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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Book of Brave Old Ballads, by Unknown
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+
+Title: The Book of Brave Old Ballads
+
+Author: Unknown
+
+Illustrator: John Gilbert
+
+Release Date: May 15, 2008 [EBook #25480]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE BOOK OF BRAVE OLD BALLADS ***
+
+
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+
+Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe, Chris Logan and the
+Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net
+(This file was made using scans of public domain works in
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+
+
+
+
+
+THE BOOK
+
+OF
+
+BRAVE OLD BALLADS.
+
+Illustrated with Sixteen Coloured Engravings,
+
+FROM DRAWINGS BY JOHN GILBERT.
+
+
+"_I never heard the old song of Percie and Douglas, that I found not
+my heart moved more than with a trumpet._"--SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
+
+
+LONDON: WARD, LOCK, AND TYLER, WARWICK HOUSE, PATERNOSTER ROW.
+
+
+
+
+LONDON: PRINTED BY J. OGDEN AND CO., 172, ST. JOHN STREET, E.C.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE FROLICSOME DUKE, OR THE TINKER'S GOOD FORTUNE.]
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+                                                                  PAGE
+
+    ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE                                   1
+
+    THE CHILDE OF ELLE                                              17
+
+    ADAM BELL, CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, AND WILLIAM OF CLOUDESLY--
+
+      Part the First                                                30
+      Part the Second                                               43
+      Part the Third                                                55
+
+    SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE                                            74
+
+    THE FROLICKSOME DUKE; OR, THE TINKER'S GOOD FORTUNE             82
+
+    THE MORE MODERN BALLAD OF CHEVY CHASE                           89
+
+    KING EDWARD IV. AND THE TANNER OF TAMWORTH                     106
+
+    THE HEIR OF LINNE--
+
+      Part the First                                               118
+      Part the Second                                              124
+
+    SIR ANDREW BARTON--
+
+      Part the First                                               133
+      Part the Second                                              142
+
+    BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBEY                                         155
+
+    KING JOHN AND THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY                          162
+
+    ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR                                170
+
+    ROBIN HOOD AND ALLEN-A-DALE                                    181
+
+    VALENTINE AND URSINE--
+
+      Part the First                                               188
+      Part the Second                                              198
+
+    THE KING AND THE MILLER OF MANSFIELD--
+
+      Part the First                                               214
+      Part the Second                                              222
+
+
+
+
+ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+
+                                                                  PAGE
+
+    1. SIR GUY OF GISBORNE.
+
+        _He took Sir Guy's head by the hair,
+        And stuck it upon his bow's end_                            11
+
+    2. THE CHILDE OF ELLE.
+
+        _Pardon, my lord and father dear,
+        This fair young knight and me_                              28
+
+    3. ADAM BELL, CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, &C.
+
+        _Cloudesly bent a right good bow,
+        That was of a trusty tree_                                  36
+
+    4.  _They kneeled down without hindrance,
+        And each held up his hand_                                  60
+
+    5. SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE.
+
+        _She brought him to a river side
+        And also to a tree_                                         76
+
+    6. THE FROLICKSOME DUKE. (_Frontispiece._)
+
+        _Now he lay something late, in his rich bed of state,
+        Till at last knights and squires, they on him did wait_     84
+
+    7. CHEVY CHASE.
+
+        _Then leaving life, Earl Percy took
+        The dead man by the hand_                                   99
+
+    8. KING EDWARD AND THE TANNER.
+
+        _The tanner he pull'd, the tanner he sweat,
+        And held by the pummel fast_                               114
+
+    9. THE HEIR OF LINNE.
+
+        _And he pull'd forth three bags of gold,
+        And laid them down upon the board_                         130
+
+    10. SIR ANDREW BARTON.
+
+        _They boarded then his noble ship,
+        They boarded it with might and main_                       150
+
+    11. THE BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBEY.
+
+        _They kneeled on the ground,
+        And praised God devoutly_                                  157
+
+    12. THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY.
+
+        _Then home rode the abbot of comfort so cold,
+        And he met his shepherd a going to fold_                   165
+
+    13. ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR.
+
+        _The friar took Robin Hood on his back,
+        Deep water he did bestride_                                174
+
+    14. THE MARRIAGE OF ALLEN-A-DALE.
+
+        _He ask'd them seven times in the church,
+        Lest three times should not be enough_                     187
+
+    15. VALENTINE AND URSINE.
+
+        _And kneeling down upon his knee,
+        Presents him to the king_                                  197
+
+    16. THE MILLER OF MANSFIELD.
+
+        _Well, quo' the miller's wife, young man, ye're
+          welcome here;
+        And, though I say it, well lodgèd shall be_                218
+
+
+
+
+THE BOY'S BOOK OF BALLADS.
+
+ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE.
+
+
+    When shaws[1] be sheen,[2] and swards full fair,
+      And leaves both large and long,
+    It is merry walking in the fair forest
+      To hear the small birds' song.
+
+    The woodweel[3] sang, and would not cease,
+      Sitting upon the spray,
+    So loud, he wakened Robin Hood,
+      In the greenwood where he lay.
+
+    Now by my faith, said jolly Robin,
+      A sweaven[4] I had this night;
+    I dreamt me of two wight[5] yeomen
+      That fast with me can fight.
+
+    Methought they did me beat and bind,
+      And took my bow me fro';
+    If I be Robin alive in this land,
+      I'll be wroken[6] on them two.
+
+    Sweavens are swift, master, quoth John,
+      As the wind that blows o'er a hill;
+    For if it be never so loud this night,
+      To-morrow it may be still.
+
+    Busk ye, bowne[7] ye, my merry men all,
+      And John shall go with me,
+    For I'll go seek yon wight yeomen,
+      In the greenwood where they be.
+
+    Then they cast on their gowns of green,
+      And took their bows each one,
+    And they away to the green forèst,
+      A shooting forth are gone;
+
+    Until they came to the merry greenwood,
+      Where they had gladdest be,
+    There were they aware of a wight yeoman,
+      His body leaned to a tree.
+
+    A sword and a dagger he wore by his side,
+      Of many a man the bane;
+    And he was clad in his capull[8] hide
+      Top and tail and mane.
+
+    Stand you still, master, quoth Little John,
+      Under this tree so green,
+    And I will go to yon wight yeoman
+      To know what he doth mean.
+
+    Ah! John, by me thou settest no store,
+      And that I fairly find;
+    How oft send I my men before,
+      And tarry myself behind?
+
+    It is no cunning a knave to ken,
+      An[9] a man but hear him speak;
+    An it were not for bursting of my bow,
+      John, I thy head would break.
+
+    As often words they breeden bale,[10]
+      So they parted, Robin and John;
+    And John is gone to Barnesdale:
+      The gates[11] he knoweth each one.
+
+    But when he came to Barnesdale,
+      Great heaviness there he had,
+    For he found two of his own fellows
+      Were slain both in a glade.
+
+    And Scarlett he was flying a-foot
+      Fast over stock and stone,
+    For the proud sheriff with seven score men
+      Fast after him is gone.
+
+    One shot now I will shoot, quoth John,
+      (With Christe his might and main;)
+    I'll make yon fellow that flies so fast,
+      To stop he shall be fain.
+
+    Then John bent up his long bende-bow,
+      And fettled[12] him to shoot:
+    The bow was made of tender bough,
+      And fell down to his foot.
+
+    Woe worth, woe worth thee, wicked wood,
+      That ere thou grew on a tree;
+    For now this day thou art my bale,
+      My boote[13] when thou shouldst be.
+
+    His shoot it was but loosely shot,
+      Yet flew not the arrow in vain,
+    For it met one of the sheriff's men,--
+      Good William-a-Trent was slain.
+
+    It had been better for William-a-Trent
+      To have been a-bed with sorrow,
+    Than to be that day in the greenwood glade
+      To meet with Little John's arrow.
+
+    But as it is said, when men be met,
+      Five can do more than three,
+    The sheriff hath taken Little John,
+      And bound him fast to a tree.
+
+    Thou shalt be drawn by dale and down,
+      And hang'd high on a hill.
+    But thou mayst fail of thy purpose, quoth John,
+      If it be Christe his will.
+
+    Let us leave talking of Little John,
+      And think of Robin Hood,
+    How he is gone to the wight yeoman,
+      Where under the leaves he stood.
+
+    Good morrow, good fellow, said Robin so fair,
+      Good morrow, good fellow, quoth he:
+    Methinks by this bow thou bear'st in thy hand,
+      A good archer thou shouldst be.
+
+    I am wilful[14] of my way, quo' the yeoman,
+      And of my morning tide.
+    I'll lead thee through the wood, said Robin;
+      Good fellow, I'll be thy guide.
+
+    I seek an outlaw, the stranger said,
+      Men call him Robin Hood;
+    Rather I'd meet with that proud outlaw
+      Than forty pounds so good.
+
+    Now come with me, thou wighty yeoman,
+      And Robin thou soon shalt see:
+    But first let us some pastime find
+      Under the greenwood tree.
+
+    First let us some mastery make
+      Among the woods so even,
+    We may chance to meet with Robin Hood
+      Here at some unset[15] steven.
+
+    They cut them down two summer shoggs,[16]
+      That grew both under a briar,
+    And set them threescore rod, in twain,
+      To shoot the pricks[17] y-fere.[18]
+
+    Lead on, good fellow, quoth Robin Hood,
+      Lead on, I do bid thee.
+    Nay by my faith, good fellow, he said,
+      My leader thou shalt be.
+
+    The first time Robin shot at the prick,
+      He miss'd but an inch it fro';
+    The yeoman he was an archer good,
+      But he could never shoot so.
+
+    The second shoot had the wighty yeoman,
+      He shot within the garlànd;[19]
+    But Robin he shot far better than he,
+      For he clave the good prick-wand.
+
+    A blessing upon thy heart, he said;
+      Good fellow, thy shooting is good;
+    For an thy heart be as good as thy hand,
+      Thou wert better than Robin Hood.
+
+    Now tell me thy name, good fellow, said he,
+      Under the leaves of lyne.[20]
+    Nay, by my faith, quoth bold Robin,
+      Till thou have told me thine.
+
+    I dwell by dale and down, quoth he,
+      And Robin to take I'm sworn;
+    And when I am called by my right name,
+      I am Guy of good Gisbòrne.
+
+    My dwelling is in this wood, says Robin,
+      By thee I set right nought:
+    I am Robin Hood of Barnèsdale,
+      Whom thou so long hast sought.
+
+    He that had neither been kith nor kin,
+      Might have seen a full fair sight,
+    To see how together these yeomen went
+      With blades both brown and bright.
+
+    To see how these yeomen together they fought
+      Two hours of a summer's day:
+    Yet neither Robin Hood nor sir Guy
+      Them fettled to fly away.
+
+[Illustration: ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE.]
+
+    Robin was reachles[21] of a root,
+      And stumbled at that tide;
+    And Guy was quick and nimble withal,
+      And hit him o'er the left side.
+
+    Ah dear Lady, said Robin Hood, thou,
+      Thou art both mother and may',[22]
+    I think it was never man's destiny
+      To die before his day.
+
+    Robin thought on our Lady dear,
+      And soon leapt up again,
+    And straight he came with a backward stroke,
+      And he sir Guy hath slain.
+
+    He took sir Guy's head by the hair,
+      And stuck it upon his bow's-end:
+    Thou hast been a traitor all thy life,
+      Which thing must have an end.
+
+    Robin pull'd forth an Irish knife,
+      And nick'd sir Guy in the face,
+    That he was never o' woman born,
+      Could tell whose head it was.
+
+    Says, Lie there, lie there now, sir Guy,
+      And with me be not wroth;
+    If thou have had the worst strokes at my hand,
+      Thou shalt have the better cloth.
+
+    Robin did off his gown of green,
+      And on sir Guy did throw,
+    And he put on that capull hide,
+      That clad him top to toe.
+
+    The bow, the arrows, and little horn,
+      Now with me I will bear;
+    For I will away to Barnèsdale,
+      To see how my men do fare.
+
+    Robin Hood set Guy's horn to his mouth,
+      And a loud blast in it did blow,
+    That beheard the sheriff of Nottingham,
+      As he leaned under a lowe.[23]
+
+    Hearken, hearken, said the sheriff,
+      I hear now tidings good,
+    For yonder I hear sir Guy's horn blow,
+      And he hath slain Robin Hood.
+
+    Yonder I hear sir Guy's horn blow,
+      It blows so well in tide,
+    And yonder comes that wighty yeoman,
+      Clad in his capull hide.
+
+    Come hither, come hither, thou good sir Guy,
+      Ask what thou wilt of me.
+    O I will none of thy gold, said Robin,
+      Nor I will none of thy fee.
+
+    But now I have slain the master, he says,
+      Let me go strike the knave;
+    For this is all the reward I ask;
+      Nor no other will I have.
+
+    Thou art a madman, said the sheriff,
+      Thou shouldst have had a knight's fee:
+    But seeing thy asking hath been so bad,
+      Well granted it shall be.
+
+    When Little John heard his master speak,
+      Well knew he it was his steven:[24]
+    Now shall I be loosed, quoth Little John,
+      With Christe his might in heaven.
+
+    Fast Robin he hied him to Little John,
+      He thought to loose him belive;[25]
+    The sheriff and all his company
+      Fast after him did drive.
+
+    Stand back, stand back, said Robin;
+      Why draw you me so near?
+    It was never the use in our country,
+      One's shrift another should hear.
+
+    But Robin pull'd forth an Irish knife,
+      And loosed John hand and foot,
+    And gave him sir Guy's bow into his hand,
+      And bade it be his boote.
+
+    Then John he took Guy's bow in his hand,
+      His bolts and arrows each one:
+    When the sheriff saw Little John bend his bow,
+      He fettled him to be gone.
+
+    Towards his house in Nottingham town,
+      He fled full fast away;
+    And so did all the company:
+      Not one behind would stay.
+
+    But he could neither run so fast,
+      Nor away so fast could ride,
+    But Little John with an arrow so broad,
+      He shot him into the back-side.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[1] Woods.
+
+[2] Shining.
+
+[3] A kind of thrush.
+
+[4] Dream.
+
+[5] Strong.
+
+[6] Revenged.
+
+[7] Make ready.
+
+[8] Horse-hide.
+
+[9] If.
+
+[10] Mischief.
+
+[11] Ways.
+
+[12] Made ready.
+
+[13] Help.
+
+[14] Missing.
+
+[15] Unexpectedly.
+
+[16] Twigs.
+
+[17] Marks.
+
+[18] Together.
+
+[19] A ring round the prick.
+
+[20] Lime.
+
+[21] Careless.
+
+[22] Maid.
+
+[23] Little hill.
+
+[24] Voice.
+
+[25] Immediately.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHILDE[26] OF ELLE.
+
+
+    On yonder hill a castle stands,
+      With walls and towers bedight,[27]
+    And yonder lives the Childe of Elle,
+      A young and comely knight.
+
+    The Childe of Elle to his garden went,
+      And stood at his garden-pale,
+    When, lo! he beheld fair Emmeline's page
+      Come tripping down the dale.
+
+    The Childe of Elle he hied him thence,
+      I wist he stood not still,
+    And soon he met fair Emmeline's page
+      Come climbing up the hill.
+
+    Now Christe thee save, thou little foot-page,
+      Now Christe thee save and see!
+    Oh tell me how does thy lady gay,
+      And what may thy tidings be?
+
+    My lady she is all woe-begone,
+      And the tears they fall from her eyne;[28]
+    And aye she laments the deadly feud
+      Between her house and thine.
+
+    And here she sends thee a silken scarf
+      Bedewed with many a tear,
+    And bids thee sometimes think on her,
+      Who lovèd thee so dear.
+
+    And here she sends thee a ring of gold,
+      The last boon thou may'st have,
+    And bids thee wear it for her sake,
+      When she is laid in grave.
+
+    For, ah! her gentle heart is broke,
+      And in grave soon must she be,
+    For her father hath chose her a new love,
+      And forbid her to think of thee.
+
+    Her father hath brought her a carlish[29] knight,
+      Sir John of the north countrey,
+    And within three days she must him wed,
+      Or he vows he will her slay.
+
+    Now hie thee back, thou little foot-page,
+      And greet thy lady from me,
+    And tell her that I, her own true love,
+      Will die, or set her free.
+
+    Now hie thee back, thou little foot-page,
+      And let thy fair lady know,
+    This night will I be at her bower-window,
+      Betide me weal or woe.
+
+    The boy he tripped, the boy he ran,
+      He neither stint[30] nor stay'd
+    Until he came to fair Emmeline's bower,
+      When, kneeling down, he said,
+
+    O lady, I've been with thine own true love,
+      And he greets thee well by me;
+    This night will he be at thy bower-window,
+      And die or set thee free.
+
+    Now day was gone, and night was come,
+      And all were fast asleep,
+    All save the lady Emmeline,
+      Who sate in her bower to weep:
+
+    And soon she heard her true love's voice
+      Low whispering at the wall;
+    Awake, awake, my dear lady,
+      'Tis I, thy true love, call.
+
+    Awake, awake, my lady dear,
+      Come, mount this fair palfrey:
+    This ladder of ropes will let thee down,
+      I'll carry thee hence away.
+
+    Now nay, now nay, thou gentle knight,
+      Now nay, this may not be;
+    For aye should I tint[31] my maiden fame,
+      If alone I should wend[32] with thee.
+
+    O lady, thou with a knight so true
+      May'st safely wend alone;
+    To my lady mother I will thee bring,
+      Where marriage shall make us one.
+
+    My father he is a baron bold,
+      Of lineage proud and high;
+    And what would he say if his daughter
+      Away with a knight should fly?
+
+    Ah! well I wot, he never would rest,
+      Nor his meat should do him no good,
+    Till he had slain thee, Childe of Elle,
+      And seen thy dear heart's blood.
+
+    O lady, wert thou in thy saddle set,
+      And a little space him fro',
+    I would not care for thy cruel father,
+      Nor the worst that he could do.
+
+    O lady, wert thou in thy saddle set,
+      And once without this wall,
+    I would not care for thy cruel father,
+      Nor the worst that might befall.
+
+    Fair Emmeline sighed, fair Emmeline wept,
+      And aye her heart was woe:
+    At length he seized her lily-white hand,
+      And down the ladder he drew:
+
+    And thrice he clasped her to his breast,
+      And kissed her tenderly:
+    The tears that fell from her fair eyes,
+      Ran like the fountain free.
+
+    He mounted himself on his steed so tall,
+      And her on a fair palfrey,
+    And slung his bugle about his neck,
+      And roundly they rode away.
+
+    All this beheard her own damsel,
+      In her bed wherein she lay;
+    Quoth she, My lord shall know of this,
+      So I shall have gold and fee.
+
+    Awake, awake, thou baron bold!
+      Awake, my noble dame!
+    Your daughter is fled with the Childe of Elle,
+      To do the deed of shame.
+
+    The baron he woke, the baron he rose,
+      And called his merry men all:
+    And come thou forth, Sir John the knight,
+      Thy lady is carried to thrall.
+
+    Fair Emmeline scarce had ridden a mile,
+      A mile forth of the town,
+    When she was aware of her father's men
+      Come galloping over the down:
+
+    And foremost came the carlish knight,
+      Sir John of the north countrey:
+    Now stop, now stop, thou false traitor,
+      Nor carry that lady away.
+
+    For she is come of high lineage,
+      And was of a lady born,
+    And ill it beseems thee, a false churl's son,
+      To carry her hence to scorn.
+
+    Now loud thou liest, Sir John the knight,
+      Now thou dost lie of me;
+    A knight me got, and a lady me bore,
+      So never did none by thee.
+
+    But light now down, my lady fair,
+      Light down, and hold my steed,
+    While I and this discourteous knight
+      Do try this arduous deed.
+
+    But light now down, my dear lady,
+      Light down, and hold my horse;
+    While I and this discourteous knight
+      Do try our valour's force.
+
+    Fair Emmeline sighed, fair Emmeline
+      And aye her heart was woe,
+    While 'twixt her love and the carlish knight
+      Past many a baleful blow.
+
+    The Childe of Elle he fought so well,
+      As his weapon he waved amain,
+    That soon he had slain the carlish knight,
+      And laid him upon the plain.
+
+    And now the baron and all his men
+      Full fast approached nigh:
+    Ah! what may lady Emmeline do!
+      'Twere now no boote[33] to fly.
+
+    Her lover he put his horn to his mouth,
+      And blew both loud and shrill,
+    And soon he saw his own merry men
+      Come riding over the hill.
+
+    Now hold thy hand, thou bold baron,
+      I pray thee, hold thy hand,
+    Nor ruthless rend two gentle hearts,
+      Fast knit in true love's band.
+
+    Thy daughter I have dearly loved
+      Full long and many a day;
+    But with such love as holy kirk
+      Hath freely said we may.
+
+    O give consent she may be mine,
+      And bless a faithful pair:
+    My lands and livings are not small,
+      My house and lineage fair:
+
+    My mother she was an earl's daughter,
+      And a noble knight my sire--
+    The baron he frowned, and turned away
+      With mickle[34] dole and ire.
+
+    Fair Emmeline sighed, fair Emmeline wept,
+      And did all trembling stand:
+    At length she sprang upon her knee,
+      And held his lifted hand.
+
+    Pardon, my lord and father dear,
+      This fair young knight and me:
+    Trust me, but for the carlish knight,
+      I never had fled from thee.
+
+    Oft have you called your Emmeline
+      Your darling and your joy;
+    O let not then your harsh resolves
+      Your Emmeline destroy.
+
+    The baron he stroked his dark-brown cheek,
+      And turned his head aside
+    To wipe away the starting tear
+      He proudly strove to hide.
+
+    In deep revolving thought he stood,
+      And mused a little space:
+    Then raised fair Emmeline from the ground,
+      With many a fond embrace.
+
+[Illustration: THE CHILD OF ELLE.]
+
+    Here, take her, Childe of Elle, he said,
+      And gave her lily hand;
+    Here, take my dear and only child,
+      And with her half my land:
+
+    Thy father once mine honour wronged
+      In days of youthful pride;
+    Do thou the injury repair
+      In fondness for thy bride.
+
+    And as thou love her, and hold her dear,
+      Heaven prosper thee and thine:
+    And now my blessing wend wi' thee,
+      My lovely Emmeline.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[26] Knight.
+
+[27] Bedeck'd.
+
+[28] Eyes.
+
+[29] Churlish.
+
+[30] Stopped.
+
+[31] Lose.
+
+[32] Go.
+
+[33] Good.
+
+[34] Much grief.
+
+
+
+
+ADAM BELL, CLYM OF THE CLOUGH,[35] AND WILLIAM OF CLOUDESLY.
+
+
+PART THE FIRST.
+
+    Merry it was in the green forèst
+      Among the leavès green,
+    Wherein men hunt east and west
+      With bows and arrows keen;
+
+    To raise the deer out of their den;
+      Such sights hath oft been seen;
+    As by three yeomen of the north countrèy,
+      By them it is I mean.
+
+    The one of them hight[36] Adam Bell,
+      The other Clym of the Clough,
+    The third was William of Cloudesly,
+      An archer good enough.
+
+    They were outlawed for venison,
+      These yeomen everyone;
+    They swore together upon a day,
+      To English wood to be gone.
+
+    Now lithe and listen, gentlemen,
+      That of mirth loveth to hear:
+    Two of them were single men,
+      The third had a wedded fere.[37]
+
+    William was the wedded man,
+      Much more then was his care:
+    He said to his brethren upon a day,
+      To Carlisle he would fare,[38]
+
+    For to speak with fair Alice his wife,
+      And with his children three.
+    By my troth, said Adam Bell,
+      Not by the counsel of me:
+
+    For if ye go to Carlisle, brother,
+      And from this wild wood wend,
+    If that the justice should you take,
+      Your life were at an end.
+
+    If that I come not to-morrow, brother,
+      By pryme[39] to you again,
+    Trust you then that I am taken
+      Or else that I am slain.
+
+    He took his leave of his brethren two,
+      And to Carlisle he is gone:
+    There he knock'd at his own window
+      Shortly and anon.
+
+    Where be you, fair Alice, he said,
+      My wife and children three?
+    Lightly let in thine own husbànd,
+      William of Cloudesly.
+
+    Alas! then said fair Alice,
+      And sighed wondrous sore,
+    This place hath been beset for you
+      This half a year and more.
+
+    Now am I here, said Cloudesly,
+      I would that in I were:
+    Now fetch us meat and drink enough,
+      And let us make good cheer.
+
+    She fetched him meat and drink plenty,
+      Like a true wedded wife;
+    And pleased him with that she had,
+      Whom she loved as her life.
+
+    There lay an old wife in that place,
+      A little beside the fire,
+    Which William had found of charity
+      More than seven year.
+
+    Up she rose, and forth she goes,
+      Evil may she speed therefore;
+    For she had set no foot on ground
+      In seven year before.
+
+    She went unto the justice hall,
+      As fast as she could hie:
+    This night, she said, is come to town
+      William of Cloudesly.
+
+    Thereat the justice was full fayne,[40]
+      And so was the sheriff also:
+    Thou shalt not travel hither, dame, for nought;
+      Thy meed thou shalt have ere thou go.
+
+    They gave to her a right good gown
+      Of scarlet, and of grain:[41]
+    She took the gift, and home she went,
+      And couched her down again.
+
+    They raised the town of merry Carlisle
+      In all the haste they can;
+    And came thronging to William's house,
+      As fast as they might ran.
+
+    There they beset that good yeomàn
+      Round about on every side:
+    William heard great noise of folks
+      That thither-ward fast hied.
+
+    Alice opened a back windòw
+      And looked all about,
+    She was 'ware of the justice and sheriff both,
+      And with them a great rout.
+
+    Alas! treason, cried Alice,
+      Ever woe may thou be!
+    Go into my chamber, husband, she said,
+      Sweet William of Cloudesly.
+
+    He took his sword and his buckler,
+      His bow and his children three,
+    And went into his strongest chamber,
+      Where he thought surest to be.
+
+    Fair Alice, like a lover true,
+      Took a pollaxe in her hand:
+    Said, He shall die that cometh in
+      This door, while I may stand.
+
+    Cloudesly bent a right good bow,
+      That was of a trusty tree,
+    He smote the justice on the breast,
+      That his arrow burst in three.
+
+[Illustration: ADAM BELL AND CLYM OF THE CLOUGH.]
+
+    A curse on his heart, said William,
+      This day thy coat put on!
+    If it had been no better than mine,
+      That had gone near thy bone.
+
+    Yield thee, Cloudesly, said the justice,
+      And thy bow and thy arrows thee fro'.
+    A curse on his heart, said fair Alice,
+      That my husband counselleth so.
+
+    Set fire on the house, said the sheriff,
+      Since it will no better be,
+    And burn we therein William, he said,
+      His wife and children three.
+
+    They fired the house in many a place,
+      The fire flew up on high:
+    Alas! then cried fair Alice,
+      I see we here shall die.
+
+    William opened a back window,
+      That was in his chamber hi',
+    And there with sheets he did let down
+      His wife and children three.
+
+    Have you here my treasure, said William,
+      My wife and my children three:
+    For Christ's love do them no harm,
+      But wreak you all on me.
+
+    William shot so wondrous well,
+      Till his arrows were all ago',
+    And the fire so fast upon him fell
+      That his bowstring burnt in two.
+
+    The sparkles burnt and fell upon
+      Good William of Cloudesly:
+    Then was he a woeful man, and said,
+      This is a coward's death to me.
+
+    Liever had I, said William,
+      With my sword in the route to run,
+    Than here among mine enemies wode[42]
+      Thus cruelly to burn.
+
+    He took his sword and his buckler,
+      And among them all he ran:
+    Where the people were most in prece,[43]
+      He smote down many a man.
+
+    There might no man abide his strokes,
+      So fiercely on them he ran:
+    Then they threw windows, and doors on him,
+      And so took that good yeomàn.
+
+    There they him bound both hand and foot,
+      And in deep dungeon him cast:
+    Now Cloudesly, said the justice,
+      Thou shalt be hanged in haste.
+
+    A pair of new gallows, said the sheriff,
+      Now shall I for thee make;
+    And the gates of Carlisle shall be shut:
+      No man shall come in thereat.
+
+    Then shall not help Clym of the Clough,
+      Nor yet shall Adam Bell,
+    Though they came with a thousand more,
+      Nor all the devils in hell.
+
+    Early in the morning the justice uprose,
+      To the gates first gan he to gon',
+    And commanded to be shut full close
+      Lightly every one.
+
+    Then went he to the market place,
+      As fast as he could hie;
+    There a pair of new gallows he set up
+      Beside the pillory.
+
+    A little boy among them asked,
+      What meaneth that gallows-tree?
+    They said to hang a good yeoman,
+      Called William of Cloudesly.
+
+    That little boy was the town swine-herd,
+      And kept fair Alice's swine;
+    Oft he had seen William in the wood,
+      And given him there to dine.
+
+    He went out at a crevice in the wall,
+      And lightly to the wood did gon';
+    There met he with these wight yeomen
+      Shortly and anon.
+
+    Alas! then said that little boy,
+      Ye tarry here all too long;
+    Cloudesly is taken, and dampned[44] to death,
+      All ready for to hong.[45]
+
+    Alas! then said good Adam Bell,
+      That ever we see this day!
+    He had better with us have tarried,
+      So oft as we did him pray.
+
+    He might have dwelt in green forest,
+      Under the shadows green,
+    And have kept both him and us at rest,
+      Out of all trouble and teen.[46]
+
+    Adam bent a right good bow,
+      A great hart soon he had slain;
+    Take that, child, he said, to thy dinner,
+      And bring me mine arrow again.
+
+    Now go we hence, said these wight yeomen,
+      Tarry we no longer here;
+    We shall him borrow[47] by God his grace,
+      Though we buy it full dear.
+
+    To Carlisle went these bold yeomen,
+      All in the morning of May.
+    Here is a FYT[48] of Cloudesly,
+      And another is for to say.
+
+
+PART THE SECOND.
+
+    And when they came to merry Carlisle,
+      All in the morning tide,
+    They found the gates shut them against
+      About on every side.
+
+    Alas! then said good Adam Bell,
+      That ever we were made men!
+    These gates he shut so wondrous fast,
+      We may not come therein.
+
+    Then bespake him Clym of the Clough,
+      With a wile we will us in bring;
+    Let us say we be messengers,
+      Straight come now from our king.
+
+    Adam said, I have a letter written,
+      Now let us wisely work,
+    We will say we have the king's seal;
+      I hold the porter no clerk.
+
+    Then Adam Bell beat on the gates
+      With strokes great and strong,
+    The porter marvelled who was there,
+      And to the gates he throng.[49]
+
+    Who is there now, said the porter,
+      That maketh all this knocking?
+    We be two messengers, quoth Clym of the Clough,
+      Be come right from our king.
+
+    We have a letter, said Adam Bell,
+      To the justice we must it bring;
+    Let us in our message to do,
+      That we may again to the king.
+
+    Here cometh none in, said the porter,
+      By him that died on a tree,
+    Till a false thief be hanged up,
+      Called William of Cloudesly.
+
+    Then spake the good yeoman, Clym of the Clough,
+      And swore by Mary free,
+    And if that we stand long without,
+      Like a thief hanged thou shalt be.
+
+    Lo! here we have the king's seal:
+      What, Lurden,[50] art thou wood?[51]
+    The porter thought it had been so,
+      And lightly did off his hood.
+
+    Welcome is my lord's seal, he said;
+      For that ye shall come in.
+    He opened the gate full shortly;
+      An evil opening for him.
+
+    Now are we in, said Adam Bell,
+      Whereof we are full fain;
+    But Christ he knowes, that harrowed hell,
+      How we shall come out again.
+
+    Had we the keys, said Clym of the Clough,
+      Right well then should we speed,
+    Then might we come out well enough
+      When we see time and need.
+
+    They called the porter to counsel,
+      And wrung his neck in two,
+    And cast him in a deep dungeon,
+      And took his keys him fro'.
+
+    Now am I porter, said Adam Bell,
+      See, brother, the keys are here,
+    The worst porter to merry Carlisle
+      That they had this hundred year.
+
+    And now will we our bows bend,
+      Into the town will we go,
+    For to deliver our dear brother,
+      That lyeth in care and woe.
+
+    Then they bent their good yew bows,
+      And looked their strings were round,
+    The market place in merry Carlisle
+      They beset that stound.[52]
+
+    And, as they looked them beside,
+      A pair of new gallows they see,
+    And the justice with a quest of squires,
+      Had judged William hanged to be.
+
+    And Cloudesly lay ready there in a cart,
+      Fast bound both foot and hand;
+    And a strong rope about his neck,
+      All ready for to hang.
+
+    The justice called to him a lad,
+      Cloudesly's clothes he should have,
+    To take the measure of that yeoman,
+      Thereafter to make his grave.
+
+    I have seen as great marvel, said Cloudesly,
+      As between this and pryme,[53]
+    He that maketh a grave for me
+      Himself may lie therein.
+
+    Thou speakest proudly, said the justice,
+      I will thee hang with my hand.
+    Full well heard this his brethren two,
+      There still as they did stand.
+
+    Then Cloudesly cast his eyes aside,
+      And saw his brethren twain
+    At a corner of the market place,
+      Ready the justice for to slain.
+
+    I see comfort, said Cloudesly,
+      Yet hope I well to fare,
+    If I might have my hands at will
+      Right little would I care.
+
+    Then spake good Adam Bell
+      To Clym of the Clough so free,
+    Brother, see you mark the justice well;
+      Lo! yonder you may him see:
+
+    And at the sheriff shoot I will
+      Strongly with arrow keen;
+    A better shot in merry Carlisle
+      This seven year was not seen.
+
+    They loosed their arrows both at once,
+      Of no man had they dread;
+    The one hit the justice, the other the sheriff,
+      That both their sides 'gan bleed.
+
+    All men 'voided, that them stood nigh,
+      When the justice fell to the ground,
+    And the sheriff nigh him by;
+      Either had his death's wound.
+
+    All the citizens fast began to fly,
+      They durst no longer abide:
+    There lightly they loosed Cloudesly,
+      Where he with ropes lay tied.
+
+    William start to an officer of the town,
+      His axe from his hand he wrung,
+    On each side he smote them down,
+      He thought he tarried too long.
+
+    William said to his brethren two,
+      This day let us live and die,
+    If ever you have need, as I have now,
+      The same shall you find by me.
+
+    They shot so well in that tide,
+      Their strings were of silk full sure,
+    That they kept the streets on every side;
+      That battle did long endure.
+
+    They fought together as brethren true,
+      Like hardy men and bold,
+    Many a man to the ground they threw,
+      And many a heart made cold.
+
+    But when their arrows were all gone,
+      Men pressed to them full fast,
+    They drew their swords then anon,
+      And their bows from them cast.
+
+    They went lightly on their way,
+      With swords and bucklers round;
+    By that it was mid of the day,
+      They made many a wound.
+
+    There was many an out-horn[54] in Carlisle blown,
+      And the bells backward did ring,
+    Many a woman said, Alas!
+      And many their hands did wring.
+
+    The mayor of Carlisle forth was come,
+      With him a full great rout:
+    These yeomen dreaded him full sore,
+      Of their lives they stood in doubt.
+
+    The mayor came armed at full great pace,
+      With a pollaxe in his hand;
+    Many a strong man with him was,
+      There in that stowre[55] to stand.
+
+    The mayor smote at Cloudesly with his bill,
+      His buckler he burst in two,
+    Full many a yeoman with great evil,
+      Alas! Treason they cried for woe.
+    Keep well the gates fast, they bade,
+      That these traitors thereout not go.
+
+    But all for nought was that they wrought,
+      For so fast they down were laid,
+    Till they all three, that so manfully fought,
+      Were gotten without, abroad.
+
+    Have here your keys, said Adam Bell,
+      Mine office I here forsake,
+    And if you do by my counsel
+      A new porter do ye make.
+
+    He threw their keys at their heads,
+      And bade them well to thrive,
+    And all that letteth[56] any good yeoman
+      To come and comfort his wife.
+
+    Thus be these good yeomen gone to the wood,
+      And lightly, as leaf on lynde;[57]
+    To laugh and be merry in their mood,
+      Their enemies were far behind.
+
+    And when they came to English wood,
+      Under the trusty tree,
+    There they found bows full good,
+      And arrows full great plenty.
+
+    So God me help, said Adam Bell,
+      And Clym of the Clough so free,
+    I would we were in merry Carlisle,
+      Before that fair meynye.[58]
+
+    They sate them down, and made good cheer,
+      And ate and drank full well.
+    A second FYT of the wighty yeomen,
+      Another I will you tell.
+
+
+PART THE THIRD.
+
+    As they sat in the merry green wood,
+      Under the green-wood tree,
+    They thought they heard a woman weep,
+      But her they mought[59] not see.
+
+    Sore then sighed the fair Alice:
+      That ever I saw this day!
+    For now is my dear husband slain:
+      Alas! and well-a-way!
+
+    Might I have spoken to his dear brethren,
+      Or with either of them twain,
+    To show to them what him befell,
+      My heart were out of pain.
+
+    Cloudesly walked a little beside,
+      He looked under the green-wood lynde;
+    He was aware of his wife, and children three,
+      Full woe in heart and mind.
+
+    Welcome, wife, then said William,
+      Under this trusty tree:
+    I had ween'd yesterday, by sweet saint John,
+      Thou shouldst me never have see.
+
+    Now well is me that ye be here,
+      My heart is out of woe;
+    Dame, he said, be merry and glad,
+      And thank my brethren two.
+
+    Hereof to speak, said Adam Bell,
+      I think it is no boot:
+    The meat, that we must sup withal,
+      It runneth yet fast on foot.
+
+    Then went they down into a lawn,
+      These noble archers all three;
+    Each of them slew a hart of grease,[60]
+      The best that they could see.
+
+    Have here the best, Alice my wife,
+      Said William of Cloudesly;
+    Because ye so boldly stood by me
+      When I was slain full nigh.
+
+    Then went they all into supper
+      With such meat as they had;
+    And thanked God of their fortune:
+      They were both merry and glad.
+
+    And when they all had supped well,
+      Certainly without lease,[61]
+    Cloudesly said, We will to our king,
+      To get us a charter of peace.
+
+    Alice shall be at our sojourning
+      In a nunnery here beside;
+    My two sons shall with her go,
+      And there they shall abide.
+
+    Mine eldest son shall go with me;
+      For him have you no care:
+    And he shall bring you word again,
+      How that we do fare.
+
+    Thus be these yeomen to London gone,
+      As fast as they might hie,
+    Till they came to the king's palace,
+      Where they would needs be.
+
+    And when they came to the king's court,
+      Unto the palace gate,
+    Of no man would they ask no leave,
+      But boldly went in thereat.
+
+    They pressed prestly[62] into the hall,
+      Of no man had they dread:
+    The porter came after, and did them call,
+      And with them began to chide.
+
+    The usher said, Yeoman, what would ye have?
+      I pray you tell to me:
+    You might thus make officers shent:[63]
+      Good sirs, of whence be ye?
+
+    Sir, we be outlaws of the forest
+      Certainly without lease;
+    And hither we be come to our king,
+      To get us a charter of peace.
+
+    And when they came before the king,
+      As it was the law of the land,
+    They kneeled down without hindrance,
+      And each held up his hand.
+
+    They said, Lord, we beseech thee here,
+      That you will grant us grace;
+    For we have slain your fat fallow deer
+      In many a sundry place.
+
+    What be your names, then said our king,
+      Anon that you tell me?
+    They said, Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough,
+      And William of Cloudesly.
+
+    Be ye those thieves, then said our king,
+      That men have told of to me?
+    Here to God I make a vow,
+      Ye shall be hanged all three.
+
+[Illustration: WILLIAM OF CLOUDESLY.]
+
+    Ye shall be dead without mercy,
+      As I am king of this land.
+    He commanded his officers everyone,
+      Fast on them to lay hand.
+
+    There they took these good yeomen,
+      And arrested them all three:
+    So may I thrive, said Adam Bell,
+      This game liketh not me.
+
+    But, good lord, we beseech you now,
+      That ye grant us grace,
+    Insomuch as freely to you we come,
+      As freely we may from you pass,
+
+    With such weapons as we have here,
+      Till we be out of your place;
+    And if we live this hundred year,
+      We will ask you no grace.
+
+    Ye speak proudly, said the king;
+      Ye shall be hanged all three.
+    That were great pity, then said the queen,
+      If any grace might be.
+
+    My lord, when I came first into this land
+      To be your wedded wife,
+    The first boon that I would ask,
+      Ye would grant it me belyfe:[64]
+
+    And I never asked none till now;
+      Therefore, good lord, grant it me.
+    Now ask it, madam, said the king,
+      And granted it shall be.
+
+    Then, good my lord, I you beseech,
+      These yeomen grant ye me.
+    Madame, ye might have asked a boon,
+      That should have been worth them all three.
+
+    Ye might have asked towers and towns,
+      Parks and forests plenty.
+    None so pleasant to my liking, she said;
+      Nor none so lefe[65] to me.
+
+    Madame, since it is your desire,
+      Your asking granted shall be;
+    But I had lever[66] have given you
+      Good market towns three.
+
+    The queen she was a glad woman,
+      And said, Lord, gramercy:
+    I dare undertake for them,
+      That true men shall they be.
+
+    But, good my lord, speak some merry word,
+      That comfort they may see.
+    I grant you grace, then said our king;
+      Wash, fellows, and to meat go ye.
+
+    They had not setten but a while
+      Certain, without lesynge,[67]
+    There came messengers out of the north
+      With letters to our king.
+
+    And when they came before the king,
+      They knelt down on their knee:
+    And said, Lord, your officers greet you well,
+      Of Carlisle, in the north country.
+
+    How fareth my justice, said the king,
+      And my sheriff also?
+    Sir, they be slain, without lesynge,
+      And many an officer mo'.
+
+    Who hath them slain, said the king;
+      Anon thou tell to me?
+    Adam Bell, and Clym of the Clough,
+      And William of Cloudesly.
+
+    Alas for ruth! then said our king:
+      My heart is wondrous sore;
+    I had rather than a thousand pound,
+      I had known of this before;
+
+    For I have granted them grace,
+      And that forthinketh me:
+    But had I known all this before,
+      They had been hanged all three.
+
+    The king he opened the letter anon,
+      Himself he read it thro',
+    And found how these outlaws had slain
+      Three hundred men and mo':
+
+    First the justice, and the sheriff,
+      And the mayor of Carlisle town;
+    Of all the constables and catchpolls
+      Alive were scarce left one:
+
+    The baillies, and the beadles both,
+      And the sergeants of the law,
+    And forty foresters of the fee,[68]
+      These outlaws had yslaw.[69]
+
+    And broke his parks, and slain his deer;
+      Of all they chose the best;
+    Such perilous outlaws, as they were,
+      Walked not by east nor west.
+
+    When the king this letter had read,
+      In his heart he sighed sore:
+    Take up the tables anon he said,
+      For I may eat no more.
+
+    The king called his best archers
+      To the butts with him to go:
+    I will see these fellows shoot, he said,
+      In the north have wrought this woe.
+
+    The king's bowmen buske[70] them blyve,[71]
+      And the queen's archers also;
+    So did these three wighty yeomen;
+      With them they thought to go.
+
+    There twice or thrice they shot about
+      For to assay their hand;
+    There was no shot these yeomen shot,
+      That any prick might stand.
+
+    Then spake William of Cloudesly;
+      By Him that for me died,
+    I hold him never no good archer,
+      That shooteth at butts so wide.
+
+    At what a butt now would you shoot,
+      I pray thee tell to me?
+    At such a butt, sir, he said,
+      As men use in my country.
+
+    William went into a field,
+      And with him his two brethren:
+    There they set up two hazel rods
+      Twenty score paces between.
+
+    I hold him an archer, said Cloudesly,
+      That yonder wand cleaveth in two.
+    Here is none such, said the king,
+      Nor none that can so do.
+
+    I shall assay, sir, said Cloudesly,
+      Or that I farther go.
+    Cloudesly with a bearyng[72] arrow
+      Clave the wand in two.
+
+    Thou art the best archer, then said the king,
+      For sooth that ever I see.
+    And yet for your love, said William,
+      I will do more mastery.
+
+    I have a son is seven year old,
+      He is to me full dear;
+    I will him tie to a stake;
+      All shall see, that be here;
+
+    And lay an apple upon his head,
+      And go six score pace him fro',
+    And I myself with a broad arrow
+      Shall cleave the apple in two.
+
+    Now haste thee, then said the king,
+      By Him that died on a tree,
+    But if thou do not as thou hast said,
+      Hanged shalt thou be.
+
+    An thou touch his head or gown,
+      In sight that men may see,
+    By all the saints that be in heaven,
+      I shall hang you all three.
+
+    That I have promised, said William,
+      That I will never forsake.
+    And there even before the king
+      In the earth he drove a stake:
+
+    And bound thereto his eldest son,
+      And bade him stand still thereat;
+    And turned the child's face him from,
+      Because he should not start.
+
+    An apple upon his head he set,
+      And then his bow he bent:
+    Six score paces they were meaten,[73]
+      And thither Cloudesly went.
+
+    There he drew out a fair broad arrow,
+      His bow was great and long,
+    He set that arrow in his bow,
+      That was both stiff and strong.
+
+    He prayed the people that were there,
+      That they all still would stand,
+    For he that shooteth for such a wager,
+      Behoveth a stedfast hand.
+
+    Much people prayed for Cloudesly,
+      That his life saved might be,
+    And when he made him ready to shoot,
+      There was many a weeping ee.
+
+    But Cloudesly cleft the apple in two,
+      His son he did not nee.[74]
+    Over Gods forebode,[75] said the king,
+      That thou should shoot at me.
+
+    I give thee eighteen pence a day,
+      And my bow shalt thou bear,
+    And over all the north country
+      I make thee chief ranger.
+
+    And I thirteen pence a day, said the queen,
+      By God, and by my fa';
+    Come fetch thy payment when thou wilt,
+      No man shall say thee nay.
+
+    William, I make thee a gentleman
+      Of clothing, and of fee:
+    And thy two brethren, yeomen of my chamber,
+      For they are so seemly to see.
+
+    Your son, for he is tender of age,
+      Of my wine-cellar he shall be;
+    And when he cometh to man's estate,
+      Better advanced shall he be.
+
+    And, William, bring to me your wife, said the queen,
+      Me longeth her sore to see:
+    She shall be my chief gentlewoman,
+      To govern my nursery.
+
+    The yeomen thanked them courteously.
+      To some bishop will we wend,
+    Of all the sins that we have done,
+      To be assoyld[76] at his hand.
+
+    So forth be gone these good yeomen,
+      As fast as they might he;[77]
+    And after came and dwelled with the king,
+      And died good men all three.
+
+    Thus ended the lives of these good yeomen;
+      God send them eternal bliss.
+    And all, that with a hand-bow shooteth,
+      That of heaven they never miss. Amen.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[35] Clem (Clement) of the cliff.
+
+[36] Called.
+
+[37] Mate.
+
+[38] Pass.
+
+[39] Noon.
+
+[40] Glad.
+
+[41] Red.
+
+[42] Wild.
+
+[43] Pressed.
+
+[44] Condemned.
+
+[45] Hang.
+
+[46] Sorrow.
+
+[47] Redeem.
+
+[48] Part of a song.
+
+[49] Hastened.
+
+[50] Sluggard.
+
+[51] Mad.
+
+[52] Time.
+
+[53] Noon.
+
+[54] Summons to arms.
+
+[55] Fight.
+
+[56] Hindereth.
+
+[57] Lime-tree.
+
+[58] Company.
+
+[59] Might for could.
+
+[60] Fat hart.
+
+[61] Lies.
+
+[62] Quickly.
+
+[63] Disgraced.
+
+[64] Immediately.
+
+[65] Dear.
+
+[66] Rather.
+
+[67] Lies.
+
+[68] The King's foresters.
+
+[69] Slain.
+
+[70] Dress.
+
+[71] Instantly.
+
+[72] An arrow that flies well.
+
+[73] Measured.
+
+[74] Nigh.
+
+[75] God forbid.
+
+[76] Absolved.
+
+[77] Hie.
+
+
+
+
+SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE.
+
+
+    When Arthur first in court began,
+      And was approved king,
+    By force of arms great victories won,
+      And conquest home did bring.
+
+    Then into England straight he came
+      With fifty good and able
+    Knights, that resorted unto him,
+      And were of his round table:
+
+    And he had jousts and tournaments,
+      Whereto were many prest,
+    Wherein some knights did far excell
+      And far surmount the rest.
+
+    But one, Sir Lancelot du Lake,
+      Who was approved well,
+    He for his deeds and feats of arms,
+      All others did excell.
+
+    When he had rested him a while,
+      In play, and game, and sport,
+    He said he would go prove himself
+      In some adventurous sort.
+
+    He armed rode in forest wide,
+      And met a damsel fair,
+    Who told him of adventures great,
+      Whereto he gave good ear.
+
+    Such would I find, quoth Lancelot:
+      For that cause came I hither.
+    Thou seem'st, quoth she, a knight full good,
+      And I will bring thee thither,
+
+    Whereas a mighty knight doth dwell,
+      That now is of great fame:
+    Therefore tell me what wight thou art,
+      And what may be thy name.
+
+    My name is Lancelot du Lake.
+      Quoth she, it likes me then:
+    Here dwells a knight who never was
+      Yet matcht with any man:
+
+    Who has in prison threescore knights
+      And four, that he did wound;
+    Knights of king Arthur's court they be,
+      And of his table round.
+
+    She brought him to a river side,
+      And also to a tree,
+    Whereon a copper bason hung,
+      And many shields to see.
+
+[Illustration: SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE.]
+
+    He struck so hard, the bason broke;
+      And Tarquin soon he spied:
+    Who drove a horse before him fast,
+      Whereon a knight lay tied.
+
+    Sir knight, then said Sir Lancelot,
+      Bring me that horse-load hither,
+    And lay him down, and let him rest;
+      We'll try our force together:
+
+    For, as I understand, thou hast,
+      So far as thou art able,
+    Done great despite and shame unto
+      The knights of the Round Table.
+
+    If thou be of the Table Round,
+      Quoth Tarquin speedily,
+    Both thee and all thy fellowship
+      I utterly defy.
+
+    That's over much, quoth Lancelot, though,
+      Defend thee by and by.
+    They set their spears unto their steeds,
+      And each at other fly.
+
+    They couched their spears, (their horses ran,
+      As though there had been thunder)
+    And struck them each immidst their shields,
+      Wherewith they broke in sunder.
+
+    Their horses' backs brake under them,
+      The knights were both astound:
+    To avoid their horses they make haste
+      And light upon the ground.
+
+    They took them to their shields full fast,
+      Their swords they drew out then,
+    With mighty strokes most eagerly
+      Each at the other ran.
+
+    They wounded were, and bled full sore,
+      For both for breath did stand,
+    And leaning on their swords awhile,
+      Quoth Tarquin, Hold thy hand,
+
+    And tell to me what I shall ask.
+      Say on, quoth Lancelot tho.[78]
+    Thou art, quoth Tarquin, the best knight
+      That ever I did know;
+
+    And like a knight, that I did hate:
+      So that thou be not he,
+    I will deliver all the rest,
+      And eke accord with thee.
+
+    That is well said, quoth Lancelot;
+      But since it must be so,
+    What knight is that thou hatest thus?
+      I pray thee to me show.
+
+    His name is Lancelot du Lake,
+      He slew my brother dear;
+    Him I suspect of all the rest:
+      I would I had him here.
+
+    Thy wish thou hast, but yet unknown,
+      I am Lancelot du Lake,
+    Now knight of Arthur's Table Round;
+      King Haud's son, of Schuwake;
+
+    And I desire thee do thy worst.
+      Ho, ho, quoth Tarquin tho,
+    One of us two shall end our lives
+      Before that we do go.
+
+    If thou be Lancelot du Lake,
+      Then welcome shalt thou be;
+    Wherefore see thou thyself defend,
+      For now defy I thee.
+
+    They buckled then together so,
+      Like unto wild boars rashing,
+    And with their swords and shields they ran
+      At one another slashing:
+
+    The ground besprinkled was with blood:
+      Tarquin began to yield;
+    For he gave back for weariness,
+      And low did bear his shield.
+
+    This soon Sir Lancelot espied,
+      He leapt upon him then,
+    He pull'd him down upon his knee,
+      And rushing[79] off his helm,
+
+    Forthwith he struck his neck in two,
+      And, when he had so done,
+    From prison threescore knights and four
+      Delivered every one.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[78] Then.
+
+[79] Tearing.
+
+
+
+
+THE FROLICKSOME DUKE; OR, THE TINKER'S GOOD FORTUNE.
+
+
+    Now as fame does report, a young duke keeps a court,
+    One that pleases his fancy with frolicksome sport:
+    But amongst all the rest, here is one I protest,
+    Which will make you to smile when you hear the true jest:
+    A poor tinker he found, lying drunk on the ground,
+    As secure in a sleep as if laid in a swound.
+
+    The duke said to his men, William, Richard, and Ben,
+    Take him home to my palace, we'll sport with him then.
+    O'er a horse he was laid, and with care soon convey'd
+    To the palace, altho' he was poorly array'd:
+    Then they stript off his clothes, both his shirt, shoes, and hose,
+    And they put him to bed for to take his repose.
+
+    Having pull'd off his shirt, which was all over dirt,
+    They did give him clean holland, this was no great hurt:
+    On a bed of soft down, like a lord of renown,
+    They did lay him to sleep the drink out of his crown.
+    In the morning when day, then admiring he lay,
+    For to see the rich chamber both gaudy and gay.
+
+    Now he lay something late, in his rich bed of state,
+    Till at last knights and squires, they on him did wait;
+    And the chamberlain bare,[80] then did likewise declare,
+    He desir'd to know what apparel he'd wear:
+    The poor tinker amaz'd, on the gentleman gaz'd,
+    And admired[81] how he to this honour was rais'd.
+
+    Tho' he seem'd something mute, yet he chose a rich suit,
+    Which he straitways put on without longer dispute;
+    With a star on his side, which the tinker oft ey'd,
+    And it seem'd for to swell him no little with pride;
+    For he said to himself, Where is Joan my sweet wife?
+    Sure she never did see me so fine in her life.
+
+    From a convenient place, the right duke his good grace
+    Did observe his behaviour in every case.
+    To a garden of state, on the tinker they wait,
+    Trumpet sounding before him: thought he, this is great:
+    Where an hour or two, pleasant walks he did view,
+    With commanders and squires in scarlet and blue.
+
+    A fine dinner was drest, both for him and his guests,
+    He was plac'd at the table above all the rest,
+    In a rich chair or bed, lin'd with fine crimson red,
+    With a rich golden canopy over his head:
+    As he sat at his meat, the music play'd sweet,
+    With the choicest of singing his joys to complete.
+
+    While the tinker did dine, he had plenty of wine,
+    Rich canary with sherry and tent superfine.
+    Like a right honest soul, faith, he took off his bowl,
+    Till at last he began for to tumble and roll
+    From his chair to the floor, where he sleeping did snore,
+    Being seven times drunker than ever before.
+
+    Then the duke did ordain, they should strip him amain,
+    And restore him his old leather garments again:
+    Twas a point next the worst, yet perform it they must,
+    And they carried him strait, where they found him at first;
+    Then he slept all the night, as indeed well he might;
+    But when he did waken, his joys took their flight.
+
+    For his glory to him so pleasant did seem,
+    That he thought it to be but a mere golden dream;
+    Till at length he was brought to the duke, where he sought
+    For a pardon, as fearing he had set him at nought;
+    But his highness he said, Thou'rt a jolly bold blade,
+    Such a frolic before I think never was play'd.
+
+    Then his highness bespoke him a new suit and cloak,
+    Which he gave for the sake of this frolicksome joke;
+    Nay, and five hundred pound, with ten acres of ground,
+    Thou shalt never, said he, range the countries around,
+    Crying "old brass to mend," for I'll be thy good friend,
+    Nay, and Joan thy sweet wife shall my duchess attend.
+
+    Then the tinker reply'd, What! must Joan my sweet bride
+    Be a lady in chariots of pleasure to ride?
+    Must we have gold and land ev'ry day at command?
+    Then I shall be a squire I well understand:
+    Well I thank your good grace, and your love I embrace,
+    I was never before in so happy a case.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[80] Bare-headed.
+
+[81] Wondered.
+
+
+
+
+THE MORE MODERN BALLAD OF CHEVY CHASE.
+
+
+    God prosper long our noble king,
+      Our lives and safeties all;
+    A woful hunting once there did
+      In Chevy Chase befall;
+
+    To drive the deer with hound and horn,
+      Earl Percy took his way;
+    The child may rue that is unborn
+      The hunting of that day.
+
+    The stout Earl of Northumberland
+      A vow to God did make,
+    His pleasure in the Scottish woods
+      Three summer days to take;
+
+    The chiefest harts in Chevy Chase
+      To kill and bear away.
+    These tidings to Earl Douglas came,
+      In Scotland where he lay:
+
+    Who sent Earl Percy present word,
+      He would prevent his sport.
+    The English earl, not fearing that,
+      Did to the woods resort
+
+    With fifteen hundred bow-men bold;
+      All chosen men of might,
+    Who knew full well in time of need
+      To aim their shafts aright.
+
+    The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran,
+      To chase the fallow deer:
+    On Monday they began to hunt,
+      Ere day-light did appear;
+
+    And long before high noon they had
+      An hundred fat bucks slain;
+    Then having din'd, the drovers went
+      To rouse the deer again.
+
+    The bow-men mustered on the hills,
+      Well able to endure;
+    Their backsides all, with special care,
+      That day were guarded sure.
+
+    The hounds ran swiftly through the woods,
+      The nimble deer to take,
+    That with their cries the hills and dales
+      An echo shrill did make.
+
+    Lord Percy to the quarry went,
+      To view the slaughter'd deer;
+    Quoth he, Earl Douglas promisèd
+      This day to meet me here:
+
+    But if I thought he would not come,
+      No longer would I stay.
+    With that, a brave young gentleman
+      Thus to the earl did say:
+
+    Lo, yonder doth Earl Douglas come,
+      His men in armour bright;
+    Full twenty hundred Scottish spears
+      All marching in our sight;
+
+    All men of pleasant Teviotdale,
+      Fast by the river Tweed:
+    O cease your sport, Earl Percy said,
+      And take your bows with speed:
+
+    And now with me, my countrymen,
+      Your courage forth advance;
+    For never was there champion yet
+      In Scotland or in France,
+
+    That ever did on horseback come,
+      But if my hap it were,
+    I durst encounter man for man,
+      With him to break a spear.
+
+    Earl Douglas on his milk-white steed,
+      Most like a baron bold,
+    Rode foremost of his company,
+      Whose armour shone like gold.
+
+    Show me, said he, whose men you be,
+      That hunt so boldly here,
+    That, without my consent, do chase
+      And kill my fallow-deer?
+
+    The man that first did answer make,
+      Was noble Percy he;
+    Who said, We list not to declare,
+      Nor show whose men we be:
+
+    Yet will we spend our dearest blood,
+      Thy chiefest harts to slay.
+    Then Douglas swore a solemn oath,
+      And thus in rage did say,
+
+    Ere thus will I out-braved be,
+      One of us two shall die:
+    I know thee well, an earl thou art,
+      Lord Percy; so am I.
+
+    But trust me, Percy, pity 'twere,
+      And great offence to kill
+    Any of these our guiltless men,
+      For they have done no ill.
+
+    Let thou and I the battle try,
+      And set our men aside.
+    Accurst be he, Earl Percy said,
+      By whom this is denied.
+
+    Then stept a gallant squire forth,
+      Witherington was his name,
+    Who said, I would not have it told
+      To Henry our king for shame,
+
+    That e'er my captain fought on foot,
+      And I stood looking on.
+    You be two earls, said Witherington,
+      And I a squire alone:
+
+    I'll do the best that do I may,
+      While I have power to stand:
+    While I have power to wield my sword,
+      I'll fight with heart and hand.
+
+    Our English archers bent their bows,
+      Their hearts were good and true;
+    At the first flight of arrows sent,
+      Full four-score Scots they slew.
+
+    Yet bides Earl Douglas on the bent[82]
+      As Chieftain stout and good,
+    As valiant Captain, all unmov'd
+      The shock he firmly stood.
+
+    His host he parted had in three,
+      As leader ware and try'd,
+    And soon his spearmen on their foes
+      Bore down on every side.
+
+    Throughout the English archery
+      They dealt full many a wound:
+    But still our valiant Englishmen
+      All firmly kept their ground:
+
+    And throwing straight their bows away,
+      They grasp'd their swords so bright:
+    And now sharp blows, a heavy shower,
+      On shields and helmets light.
+
+    They clos'd full fast on every side,
+      No slackness there was found;
+    And many a gallant gentleman
+      Lay gasping on the ground.
+
+    O Christ! it was a grief to see,
+      And likewise for to hear,
+    The cries of men lying in their gore,
+      And scattered here and there.
+
+    At last these two stout earls did meet,
+      Like captains of great might:
+    Like lions wood,[83] they laid on loud,
+      And made a cruel fight:
+
+    They fought until they both did sweat,
+      With swords of tempered steel;
+    Until the blood, like drops of rain,
+      They trickling down did feel.
+
+    Yield thee, Lord Percy, Douglas said;
+      In faith I will thee bring,
+    Where thou shalt high advanced be
+      By James our Scottish king:
+
+    Thy ransom I will freely give,
+      And thus report of thee,
+    Thou art the most courageous knight,
+      That ever I did see.
+
+    No, Douglas, quoth Earl Percy then,
+      Thy proffer I do scorn;
+    I will not yield to any Scot,
+      That ever yet was born.
+
+    With that, there came an arrow keen
+      Out of an English bow,
+    Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart,
+      A deep and deadly blow:
+
+[Illustration: CHEVY CHASE. EARL PERCY, AND EARL DOUGLAS.]
+
+    Who never spake more words than these,
+      Fight on, my merry men all;
+    For why, my life is at an end;
+      Lord Percy sees my fall.
+
+    Then leaving life, Earl Percy took
+      The dead man by the hand;
+    And said, Earl Douglas, for thy life
+      Would I had lost my land.
+
+    O Christ! my very heart doth bleed
+      With sorrow for thy sake;
+    For sure, a more renowned knight
+      Mischance could never take.
+
+    A knight amongst the Scots there was,
+      Which saw Earl Douglas die,
+    Who straight in wrath did vow revenge
+      Upon the Lord Percy:
+
+    Sir Hugh Montgomery was he call'd
+      Who, with a spear most bright,
+    Well-mounted on a gallant steed,
+      Ran fiercely through the fight;
+
+    And past the English archers all,
+      Without all dread or fear;
+    And through Earl Percy's body then
+      He thrust his hateful spear;
+
+    With such a vehement force and might
+      He did his body gore,
+    The staff went through the other side
+      A large cloth-yard, and more.
+
+    So thus did both these nobles die,
+      Whose courage none could stain;
+    An English archer then perceiv'd
+      The noble earl was slain;
+
+    He had a bow bent in his hand,
+      Made of a trusty tree;
+    An arrow of a cloth-yard long
+      Up to the head drew he:
+
+    Against Sir Hugh Montgomery,
+      So right the shaft he set,
+    The grey goose-wing that was thereon
+      In his heart's blood was wet.
+
+    This fight did last from break of day
+      Till setting of the sun;
+    For when they rung the evening bell,[84]
+      The battle scarce was done.
+
+    With brave Earl Percy, there was slain
+      Sir John of Egerton,
+    Sir Robert Ratcliff, and Sir John,
+      Sir James that bold Baròn:
+
+    And with Sir George and stout Sir James,
+      Both knights of good account,
+    Good Sir Ralph Raby there was slain,
+      Whose prowess did surmount.
+
+    For Witherington needs must I wail,
+      As one in doleful dumps;
+    For when his legs were smitten off,
+      He fought upon his stumps.
+
+    And with Earl Douglas, there was slain
+      Sir Hugh Montgomery,
+    Sir Charles Murray, that from the field
+      One foot would never flee.
+
+    Sir Charles Murray, of Ratcliff, too,
+      His sister's son was he;
+    Sir David Lamb, so well esteem'd,
+      Yet saved could not be.
+
+    And the Lord Maxwell in like case
+      Did with Earl Douglas die:
+    Of twenty hundred Scottish spears,
+      Scarce fifty-five did fly.
+
+    Of fifteen hundred Englishmen,
+      Went home but fifty-three;
+    The rest were slain in Chevy Chase,
+      Under the greenwood tree.
+
+    Next day did many widows come,
+      Their husbands to bewail;
+    They washed their wounds in brinish tears,
+      But all would not prevail.
+
+    Their bodies, bathed in purple gore,
+      They bare with them away:
+    They kiss'd them dead a thousand times,
+      Ere they were clad in clay.
+
+    This news was brought to Edinburgh,
+      Where Scotland's king did reign,
+    That brave Earl Douglas suddenly
+      Was with an arrow slain:
+
+    O heavy news, King James did say,
+      Scotland can witness be,
+    I have not any captain more
+      Of such account as he.
+
+    Like tidings to King Henry came,
+      Within as short a space,
+    That Percy of Northumberland
+      Was slain in Chevy Chase:
+
+    Now God be with him, said our king,
+      Since it will no better be;
+    I trust I have, within my realm,
+      Five hundred as good as he:
+
+    Yet shall not Scots nor Scotland say,
+      But I will vengeance take:
+    I'll be revenged on them all,
+      For brave Earl Percy's sake.
+
+    This vow full well the king perform'd
+      After, at Humbledown;
+    In one day, fifty knights were slain,
+      With lords of great renown:
+
+    And of the rest, of small account,
+      Did many thousands die:
+    Thus endeth the hunting of Chevy Chase,
+      Made by the Earl Percy.
+
+    God save our king, and bless this land
+      In plenty, joy, and peace;
+    And grant henceforth, that foul debate
+      'Twixt noblemen may cease.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[82] Field.
+
+[83] Wild.
+
+[84] The curfew.
+
+
+
+
+KING EDWARD THE FOURTH AND THE TANNER OF TAMWORTH.
+
+
+    In summer time, when leaves grow green,
+      And blossoms bedeck the tree,
+    King Edward would a hunting ride,
+      Some pastime for to see.
+
+    With hawk and hound he made him bowne,[85]
+      With horn, and eke with bow;
+    To Drayton Basset he took his way,
+      With all his lords in a row.
+
+    And he had ridden o'er dale and down
+      By eight of clock in the day,
+    When he was 'ware of a bold tannèr,
+      Come riding along the way.
+
+    A fair russet coat the tanner had on
+      Fast buttoned under his chin,
+    And under him a good cow-hide,
+      And a mare of four shilling.[86]
+
+    Now stand you still, my good lords all,
+      Under the greenwood spray;
+    And I will wend to yonder fellow,
+      To weet[87] what he will say.
+
+    God speed, God speed thee, said our king.
+      Thou art welcome, sir, said he.
+    The readiest way to Drayton Basset
+      I pray thee to show to me.
+
+    To Drayton Basset wouldst thou go,
+      Fro' the place where thou dost stand?
+    The next pair of gallows thou comest unto,
+      Turn in upon thy right hand.
+
+    That is an unready way, said our king,
+      Thou dost but jest I see;
+    Now show me out the nearest way,
+      And I pray thee wend with me.
+
+    Away with a vengeance! quoth the tanner:
+      I hold thee out of thy wit:
+    All day have I ridden on Brock my mare,
+      And I am fasting yet.
+
+    Go with me down to Drayton Basset,
+      No dainties we will spare;
+    All day shalt thou eat and drink of the best,
+      And I will pay thy fare.
+
+    Gramercy for nothing, the tanner replied,
+      Thou payest no fare of mine:
+    I trow I've more nobles in my purse,
+      Than thou hast pence in thine.
+
+    God give thee joy of them, said the king,
+      And send them well to priefe.[88]
+    The tanner would fain have been away,
+      For he weened he had been a thief.
+
+    Who art thou, he said, thou fine fellòw,
+      Of thee I am in great fear,
+    For the clothes thou wearest upon thy back,
+      Might beseem a lord to wear.
+
+    I never stole them, quoth our king,
+      I tell you, sir, by the rood,
+    Then thou playest, as many an unthrift doth
+      And standest in midst of thy good.[89]
+
+    What tidings hear you, said the king,
+      As you ride far and near?
+    I hear no tidings, sir, by the mass,
+      But that cow-hides are dear.
+
+    Cow-hides! cow-hides! what things are those?
+      I marvel what they be!
+    What art thou a fool? the tanner replied;
+      I carry one under me.
+
+    What craftsman art thou? said the king,
+      I pray thee tell me true.
+    I am a barker,[90] sir, by my trade;
+      Now tell me what art thou?
+
+    I am a poor courtier, sir, quoth he,
+      That am forth of service worn;
+    And fain I would thy prentice be,
+      Thy cunning for to learn.
+
+    Marry heaven forfend, the tanner replied,
+      That thou my prentice were:
+    Thou wouldst spend more good than I should win
+      By forty shilling a year.
+
+    Yet one thing would I, said our king,
+      If thou wilt not seem strange:
+    Though my horse be better than thy mare,
+      Yet with thee I fain would change.
+
+    Why if with me thou fain wilt change,
+      As change full well may we,
+    By the faith of my body, thou proud fellòw,
+      I will have some boot of thee.
+
+    That were against reason, said the king,
+      I swear, so mote I thee:[91]
+    My horse is better than thy mare,
+      And that thou well mayst see.
+
+    Yea, sir, but Brock is gentle and mild,
+      And softly she will fare:
+    Thy horse is unruly and wild, I wiss;
+      Aye skipping here and there.
+
+    What boot wilt thou have? our king replied,
+      Now tell me in this stound.
+    No pence, nor half-pence, by my faith,
+      But a noble in gold so round.
+
+    Here's twenty groats of white money,
+      Sith thou will have it of me.
+    I would have sworn now, quoth the tanner,
+      Thou hadst not had one penny.
+
+    But since we two have made a change,
+      A change we must abide,
+    Although thou hast gotten Brock my mare,
+      Thou gettest not my cow-hide.
+
+    I will not have it, said the king,
+      I swear, so mote I thee;
+    Thy foul cow-hide I would not bear,
+      If thou wouldst give it to me.
+
+    The tanner he took his good cow-hide,
+      That of the cow was hilt;[92]
+    And threw it upon the king's saddle,
+      That was so fairly gilt.
+
+    Now help me up, thou fine fellow,
+      'Tis time that I were gone;
+    When I come home to Gyllian my wife,
+      She'll say I am a gentleman.
+
+    When the tanner he was in the king's saddle,
+      And his foot in the stirrup was;
+    He marvelled greatly in his mind,
+      Whether it were gold or brass.
+
+    But when his steed saw the cow's tail wag,
+      And eke the black cow-horn;
+    He stamped, and stared, and away he ran,
+      As the devil had him borne.
+
+    The tanner he pulled, the tanner he sweat,
+      And held by the pummel fast,
+    At length the tanner came tumbling down;
+      His neck he had well-nigh brast.[93]
+
+    Take thy horse again with a vengeance, he said,
+      With me he shall not bide.
+    My horse would have borne thee well enough,
+      But he knew not of thy cow-hide.
+
+    Yet if again thou fain wouldst change,
+      As change full well may we,
+    By the faith of my body, thou jolly tannèr,
+      I will have some boot of thee.
+
+    What boot wilt thou have, the tanner replied,
+      Now tell me in this stound?[94]
+    No pence, nor half-pence, sir, by my faith,
+      But I will have twenty pound.
+
+[Illustration: KING EDWARD IV. AND THE TANNER OF TAMWORTH.]
+
+    Here's twenty groats out of my purse;
+      And twenty I have of thine:
+    And I have one more, which we will spend
+      Together at the wine.
+
+    The king set a bugle horn to his mouth,
+      And blew both loud and shrill:
+    And soon came lords, and soon came knights,
+      Fast riding over the hill.
+
+    Now, out alas! the tanner he cried,
+      That ever I saw this day!
+    Thou art a strong thief, yon come thy fellows
+      Will bear my cow-hide away.
+
+    They are no thieves, the king replied,
+      I swear, so mote I thee:
+    But they are the lords of the north country,
+      Here come to hunt with me.
+
+    And soon before our king they came,
+      And knelt down on the ground:
+    Then might the tanner have been away,
+      He had lever[95] than twenty pound.
+
+    A collar, a collar, here: said the king,
+      A collar he loud 'gan cry:
+    Then would he lever than twenty pound,
+      He had not been so nigh.
+
+    A collar, a collar, the tanner he said,
+      I trow it will breed sorrow:
+    After a collar cometh a halter,
+      I trow I shall be hang'd to-morrow.
+
+    Be not afraid, tanner, said our king;
+      I tell thee, so mote I thee,
+    Lo here I make thee the best esquire
+      That is in the north country.
+
+    For Plumpton-park I will give thee,
+      With tenements fair beside:
+    'Tis worth three hundred marks by the year,
+      To maintain thy good cow-hide.
+
+    Gramercy, my liege, the tanner replied,
+      For the favour thou hast me shown:
+    If ever thou comest to merry Tamwòrth,
+      Neat's[96] leather shall clout thy shoen.[97]
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[85] Ready.
+
+[86] A shilling was a large sum in those days.
+
+[87] Know.
+
+[88] Prove.
+
+[89] _i.e._ Hast no other wealth but what thou carriest about thee.
+
+[90] A dealer in bark.
+
+[91] May I thrive.
+
+[92] Flayed.
+
+[93] Broken.
+
+[94] Time.
+
+[95] Rather.
+
+[96] Cow's.
+
+[97] Mend thy shoes.
+
+
+
+
+THE HEIR OF LINNE.
+
+
+PART THE FIRST.
+
+    Lithe[98] and listen, gentlemen,
+      To sing a song I will begin:
+    It is of a lord of fair Scotland,
+      Which was the unthrifty heir of Linne.
+
+    His father was a right good lord,
+      His mother a lady of high degree;
+    But they, alas! were dead, him fro',
+      And he lov'd keeping company.
+
+    To spend the day with merry cheer,
+      To drink and revel every night,
+    To card and dice from eve to morn,
+      It was, I ween, his heart's delight.
+
+    To ride, to run, to rant, to roar,
+      To alway spend and never spare,
+    I know, an' it were the king himself,
+      Of gold and fee he might be bare.
+
+    So fares the unthrifty lord of Linne
+      Till all his gold is gone and spent;
+    And he maun sell his lands so broad,
+      His house, and lands, and all his rent.
+
+    His father had a keen stewàrd,
+      And John o' the Scales was called he:
+    But John is become a gentleman,
+      And John has got both gold and fee.
+
+    Says, Welcome, welcome, lord of Linne,
+      Let nought disturb thy merry cheer;
+    If thou wilt sell thy lands so broad,
+      Good store of gold I'll give thee here.
+
+    My gold is gone, my money is spent;
+      My land now take it unto thee:
+    Give me the gold, good John o' the Scales,
+      And thine for aye my land shall be.
+
+    Then John he did him to record draw,
+      And John he cast him a gods-pennie;[99]
+    But for every pound that John agreed,
+      The land, I wis, was well worth three.
+
+    He told him the gold upon the board,
+      He was right glad his land to win;
+    The gold is thine, the land is mine,
+      And now I'll be the lord of Linne.
+
+    Thus he hath sold his land so broad,
+      Both hill and holt,[100] and moor and fen,
+    All but a poor and lonesome lodge,
+      That stood far off in a lonely glen.
+
+    For so he to his father hight,[101]
+      My son, when I am gone, said he,
+    Then thou wilt spend thy land so broad,
+      And thou wilt spend thy gold so free:
+
+    But swear me now upon the cross,
+      That lonesome lodge thou'lt never spend;
+    For when all the world doth frown on thee,
+      Thou there shalt find a faithful friend.
+
+    The heir of Linne is full of gold:
+      And come with me, my friends, said he,
+    Let's drink, and rant, and merry make,
+      And he that spares, ne'er mote he thee.[102]
+
+    They ranted, drank, and merry made,
+      Till all his gold it waxed thin;
+    And then his friends they slunk away;
+      They left the unthrifty heir of Linne.
+
+    He had never a penny left in his purse,
+      Never a penny left but three,
+    And one was brass, another was lead,
+      And another it was white monèy.
+
+    Now well-a-day, said the heir of Linne,
+      Now well-a-day, and woe is me,
+    For when I was the lord of Linne,
+      I never wanted gold nor fee.
+
+    But many a trusty friend have I,
+      And why should I feel grief or care?
+    I'll borrow of them all by turns,
+      So need I not be never bare.
+
+    But one, I wis, was not at home;
+      Another had paid his gold away;
+    Another called him thriftless loon,
+      And bade him sharply wend his way.
+
+    Now well-a-day, said the heir of Linne,
+      Now well-a-day, and woe is me;
+    For when I had my lands so broad,
+      On me they liv'd right merrily.
+
+    To beg my bread from door to door
+      I wis, it were a burning shame:
+    To rob and steal it were a sin:
+      To work my limbs I cannot frame.
+
+    Now I'll away to lonesome lodge,
+      For there my father bade me wend;
+    When all the world should frown on me,
+      I there should find a trusty friend.
+
+
+PART THE SECOND.
+
+    Away then hied the heir of Linne
+      O'er hill and holt, and moor and fen,
+    Until he came to lonesome lodge,
+      That stood so low in a lonely glen.
+
+    He looked up, he looked down,
+      In hope some comfort for to win:
+    But bare and loathly were the walls.
+      Here's sorry cheer, quo' the heir of Linne.
+
+    The little window dim and dark
+      Was hung with ivy, brier, and yew;
+    No shimmering sun here ever shone;
+      No wholesome breeze here ever blew.
+
+    No chair nor table he mote spy,
+      No cheerful hearth, no welcome bed,
+    Nought save a rope with running noose
+      That dangling hung up o'er his head.
+
+    And over it in broad lettèrs,
+      These words were written plain to see:
+    "Ah! graceless wretch, hast spent thine all,
+      And brought thyself to penury?
+
+    "All this my boding mind misgave,
+      I therefore left this trusty friend:
+    Let it now shield thy foul disgrace,
+      And all thy shame and sorrows end."
+
+    Sorely shent[103] wi' this rebuke,
+      Sorely shent was the heir of Linne;
+    His heart, I wis, was near to burst
+      With guilt and sorrow, shame and sin.
+
+    Never a word spake the heir of Linne,
+      Never a word he spake but three:
+    This is a trusty friend indeed,
+      And is right welcome unto me.
+
+    Then round his neck the cord he drew,
+      And sprang aloft with his body:
+    When lo! the ceiling burst in twain,
+      And to the ground came tumbling he.
+
+    Astonished lay the heir of Linne,
+      Nor knew if he were live or dead:
+    At length he looked, and saw a bill,[104]
+      And in it a key of gold so red.
+
+    He took the bill, and looked it on,
+      Straight good comfort found he there:
+    It told him of a hole in the wall,
+      In which there stood three chests in-fere.[105]
+
+    Two were full of the beaten gold,
+      The third was full of white monèy;
+    And over them in broad lettèrs
+      These words were written so plain to see:
+
+    "Once more, my son, I set thee clear;
+      Amend thy life and follies past;
+    For but thou amend thee of thy life,
+      That rope must be thy end at last."
+
+    And let it be, said the heir of Linne;
+      And let it be, but[106] if I amend:
+    For here I will make my vow,
+      This reade[107] shall guide me to the end.
+
+    Away then went with a merry cheer,
+      Away then went the heir of Linne;
+    I wis, he neither ceas'd nor blanne,[108]
+      Till John o' the Scales' house he did win.
+
+    And when he came to John o' the Scales,
+      Up at the speere[109] then looked he;
+    There sat three lords upon a row,
+      Were drinking of the wine so free.
+
+    And John himself sat at the board-head,
+      Because now lord of Linne was he.
+    I pray thee, he said, good John o' the Scales,
+      One forty pence, for to lend me.
+
+    Away, away, thou thriftless loon;
+      Away, away, this may not be;
+    For Christ's curse on my head, he said,
+      If ever I trust thee one pennie.
+
+    Then bespake the heir of Linne,
+      To John o' the Scales' wife then spake he:
+    Madame, some alms on me bestow,
+      I pray for sweet saint Charity.
+
+    Away, away, thou thriftless loon,
+      I swear thou gettest no alms of me;
+    For if we should hang any losel[110] here,
+      The first we would begin with thee.
+
+    Then bespake a good fellòw,
+      Which sat at John o' the Scales his board;
+    Said, Turn again, thou heir of Linne;
+      Some time thou wast a well good lord:
+
+    Some time a good fellow thou hast been,
+      And sparedst not thy gold and fee;
+    Therefore I'll lend thee forty pence,
+      And other forty if need be.
+
+    And ever, I pray thee, John o' the Scales,
+      To let him sit in thy company:
+    For well I wot thou hadst his land,
+      And a good bargain it was to thee.
+
+    Up then spake him John o' the Scales,
+      All wood[111] he answer'd him again:
+    Now Christ's curse on my head, he said,
+      But I did lose by that bargàin.
+
+    And here I proffer thee, heir of Linne,
+      Before these lords so fair and free,
+    Thou shalt have it back again better cheap,
+      By a hundred marks, than I had it of thee.
+
+    I draw you to record, lords, he said.
+      With that he cast him a gods-pennie:
+    Now by my fay, said the heir of Linne,
+      And here, good John, is thy monèy.
+
+    And he pull'd forth three bags of gold,
+      And laid them down upon the board:
+    All woe begone was John o' the Scales,
+      So shent[112] he could say never a word.
+
+[Illustration: THE HEIR OF LINNIE.]
+
+    He told him forth the good red gold,
+      He told it forth with mickle din.
+    The gold is thine, the land is mine,
+      And now again I'm the lord of Linne.
+
+    Says, Have thou here, thou good fellòw,
+      Forty pence thou didst lend me:
+    Now I am again the lord of Linne,
+      And forty pounds I will give thee.
+
+    I'll make thee keeper of my forest,
+      Both of the wild deer and the tame;
+    For but I reward thy bounteous heart,
+      I wis, good fellow, I were to blame.
+
+    Now well-a-day! saith Joan o' the Scales:
+      Now well-a-day! and woe is my life!
+    Yesterday I was lady of Linne,
+      Now I'm but John o' the Scales his wife.
+
+    Now fare thee well, said the heir of Linne;
+      Farewell now, John o' the Scales, said he:
+    Christ's curse light on me, if ever again
+      I bring my lands in jeopardy.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[98] Attend.
+
+[99] Earnest-money.
+
+[100] Wood.
+
+[101] Promised.
+
+[102] May he thrive.
+
+[103] Disgraced.
+
+[104] Writing.
+
+[105] Together.
+
+[106] Unless.
+
+[107] Counsel.
+
+[108] Lingered.
+
+[109] Hole in the window.
+
+[110] Worthless fellow.
+
+[111] Wild.
+
+[112] Disgraced.
+
+
+
+
+SIR ANDREW BARTON.
+
+
+PART THE FIRST.
+
+    When Flora with her fragrant flowers
+      Bedecked the earth so trim and gay,
+    And Neptune with his dainty showers
+      Came to present the month of May,
+    King Henry rode to take the air,
+      Over the river Thames past he;
+    When eighty merchànts of London came,
+      And down they knelt upon their knee.
+
+    O ye are welcome, rich merchants;
+      Good sailors, welcome unto me.
+    They swore by the rood, they were sailors good,
+      But rich merchànts they could not be:
+    To France nor Flanders dare we pass,
+      Nor Bordeaux voyage dare we fare;[113]
+    And all for a rover that lies on the seas,
+      Who robs us of our merchant ware.
+
+    King Henry frowned, and turned him round,
+      And swore by the Lord, that was mickle of might,
+    I thought he had not been in the world,
+      Durst have wrought England such unright.
+    The merchants sighed, and said, alas!
+      And thus they did their answer frame,
+    He is a proud Scot, that robs on the seas,
+      And Sir Andrew Barton is his name.
+
+    The king looked over his left shouldèr,
+      And an angry look then looked he:
+    Have I never a lord in all my realm,
+      Will fetch yon traitor unto me?
+    Yea, that dare I, lord Howard says;
+      Yea, that dare I with heart and hand;
+    If it please your grace to give me leave,
+      Myself will be the only man.
+
+    Thou art but young, the king replied;
+      Yon Scot hath numbered many a year.
+    Trust me, my liege, I'll make him quail,
+      Or before my prince I will never appear.
+    Then bowmen and gunners thou shalt have,
+      And choose them over my realm so free;
+    Besides good mariners, and ship-boys,
+      To guide the great ship on the sea.
+
+    The first man that lord Howard chose
+      Was the ablest gunner in all the realm,
+    Though he was threescore years and ten;
+      Good Peter Simon was his name.
+    Peter, says he, I must to the sea,
+      To bring home a traitor live or dead;
+    Before all others I have chosen thee,
+      Of a hundred gunners to be the head.
+
+    If you, my lord, have chosen me
+      Of a hundred gunners to be the head,
+    Then hang me up on your main-mast tree,
+      If I miss my mark one shilling bread.[114]
+    My lord then chose a bowman rare,
+      Whose active hands had gained fame;
+    In Yorkshire was this gentleman born,
+      And William Horseley was his name.
+
+    Horseley, said he, I must with speed
+      Go seek a traitor on the sea,
+    And now of a hundred bowmen brave
+      To be the head I have chosen thee.
+    If you, quoth he, have chosen me
+      Of a hundred bowmen to be the head,
+    On your main-màst I'll hanged be,
+      If I miss, twelvescore,[115] one penny bread.
+
+    With pikes and guns, and bowmen bold,
+      This noble Howard is gone to the sea;
+    With a valiant heart and a pleasant cheer,
+      Out at Thames mouth sailed he.
+    And days he scant had sailed three
+      Upon the voyage he took in hand,
+    But there he met with a noble ship,
+      And stoutly made it stay and stand.
+
+    Thou must tell me, lord Howard said,
+      Now who thou art and what's thy name,
+    And show me where thy dwelling is,
+      And whither bound, and whence thou came.
+    My name is Henry Hunt, quoth he
+      With a heavy heart, and a careful mind;
+    I and my ship do both belong
+      To the Newcastle that stands upon Tyne.
+
+    Hast thou not heard, now, Henry Hunt,
+      As thou hast sailed by day and by night,
+    Of a Scottish rover on the seas;
+      Men call him sir Andrew Barton, knight?
+    Then ever he sighed, and said alas!
+      With a grieved mind, and well away!
+    But over-well I know that wight,
+      I was his prisoner yesterday.
+
+    As I was sailing upon the sea,
+      A Bordeaux voyage for to fare;
+    To his hatchboard[116] he clasped me,
+      And robbed me of all my merchant ware:
+    And mickle debts, God wot, I owe,
+      And every man will have his own,
+    And I am now to London bound,
+      Of our gracious king to beg a boon.
+
+    Thou shalt not need, lord Howard says;
+      Let me but once that robber see,
+    For every penny ta'en thee fro'
+      It shall be doubled shillings three.
+    Now God forefend, the merchant said,
+      That you should seek so far amiss!
+    God keep you out of that traitor's hands!
+      Full little ye wot what a man he is.
+
+    He is brass within, and steel without,
+      With beams on his topcastle strong;
+    And eighteen pieces of ordinance
+      He carries on each side along:
+    And he hath a pinnace dearly dight,[117]
+      St. Andrew's cross that is his guide;
+    His pinnace beareth ninescore men,
+      And fifteen cannons on each side.
+
+    Were ye twenty ships, and he but one,
+      I swear by kirk, and bower, and hall,
+    He would overcome them every one,
+      If once his beams they do down fall.
+    This is cold comfort, says my lord,
+      To welcome a stranger thus to the sea:
+    Yet I'll bring him and his ship to shore,
+      Or to Scotland he shall carry me.
+
+    Then a noble gunner you must have,
+      And he must aim well with his ee,
+    And sink his pinnace into the sea,
+      Or else he ne'er o'ercome will be:
+    And if you chance his ship to board,
+      This counsel I must give withal,
+    Let no man to his topcastle go
+      To strive to let his beams down fall.
+
+    And seven pieces of ordinance,
+      I pray your honour lend to me,
+    On each side of my ship along,
+      And I will lead you on the sea.
+    A glass I'll set, that may be seen,
+      Whether you sail by day or night;
+    And to-morrow, I swear, by nine of the clock
+      You shall meet with Sir Andrew Barton, knight.
+
+
+PART THE SECOND.
+
+    The merchant set my lord a glass
+      So well apparent in his sight,
+    And on the morrow, by nine of the clock,
+      He showed him Sir Andrew Barton, knight.
+    His hatchboard it was gilt with gold,
+      So dearly dight it dazzled the ee:
+    Now by my faith, lord Howard says,
+      This is a gallant sight to see.
+
+    Take in your ancients,[118] standards eke,
+      So close that no man may them see;
+    And put me forth a white willow wand,
+      As merchants use to sail the sea.
+    But they stirred neither top, nor mast;[119]
+      Stoutly they passed Sir Andrew by.
+    What English churls are yonder, he said,
+      That can so little courtesy?
+
+    Now by the rood, three years and more,
+      I have been admiral over the sea;
+    And never an English nor Portingall[120]
+      Without my leave can pass this way.
+    Then called he forth his stout pinnàce;
+      Fetch back yon pedlars now to me:
+    I swear by the mass, yon English churls
+      Shall all hang at my main-mast tree.
+
+    With that the pinnace it shot off,
+      Full well lord Howard might it ken;
+    For it stroke down my lord's fore mast,
+      And killed fourteen of his men.
+    Come hither, Simon, says my lord,
+      Look that thy word be true, thou said;
+    For at my main-mast thou shalt hang,
+      If thou miss thy mark one shilling bread.
+
+    Simon was old, but his heart it was bold,
+      His ordinance he laid right low;
+    He put in chain full nine yards long,
+      With other great shot less, and moe;
+    And he let go his great gun's shot:
+      So well he settled it with his ee,
+    The first sight that Sir Andrew saw,
+      He saw his pinnace sunk in the sea.
+
+    And when he saw his pinnace sunk,
+      Lord, how his heart with rage did swell!
+    Now cut my ropes, it is time to be gone;
+      I'll fetch yon pedlars back mysel'.
+    When my lord saw Sir Andrew loose,
+      Within his heart he was full fain:
+    Now spread your ancients, strike up drums,
+      Sound all your trumpets out amain.
+
+    Fight on, my men, Sir Andrew says,
+      Well howsoever this gear will sway;[121]
+    It is my lord admiral of Englànd,
+      Is come to seek me on the sea.
+    Simon had a son, who shot right well,
+      That did Sir Andrew mickle scare;
+    In at his deck he gave a shot,
+      Killed threescore of his men of war.
+
+    Then Henry Hunt with rigour hot
+      Came bravely on the other side,
+    Soon he drove down his fore-mast tree,
+      And killed fourscore men beside.
+    Now, out alas! Sir Andrew cried,
+      What may a man now think, or say?
+    Yonder merchant thief, that pierceth me,
+      He was my prisoner yesterday.
+
+    Come hither to me, thou Gordon good,
+      That aye wast ready at my call;
+    I will give thee three hundred marks,
+      If thou wilt let my beams down fall.
+    Lord Howard he then call'd in haste,
+      Horseley see thou be true instead;
+    For thou shalt at the main-mast hang,
+      If thou miss, twelvescore, one penny bread.
+
+    Then Gordon swarved[122] the main-mast tree,
+      He swarved it with might and main;
+    But Horseley with a bearing arrow,
+      Stroke the Gordon through the brain;
+    And he fell into the hatches again,
+      And sore his deadly wound did bleed:
+    Then word went through Sir Andrew's men,
+      How that the Gordon he was dead.
+
+    Come hither to me, James Hambilton,
+      Thou art my only sister's son,
+    If thou wilt let my beams down fall,
+      Six hundred nobles thou hast won.
+    With that he swarved the main-mast tree,
+      He swarved it with nimble art;
+    But Horseley with a broad arròw
+      Pierced the Hambilton through the heart:
+
+    And down he fell upon the deck,
+      That with his blood did stream amain:
+    Then every Scot cried, Well-away!
+      Alas, a comely youth is slain!
+    All woe begone was Sir Andrew then,
+      With grief and rage his heart did swell:
+    Go fetch me forth my armour of proof,
+      For I will to the topcastle mysel'.
+
+    Go fetch me forth my armour of proof;
+      That gilded is with gold so clear:
+    God be with my brother John of Barton!
+      Against the Portingalls he it ware:
+    And when he had on this armour of proof,
+      He was a gallant sight to see:
+    Ah! ne'er didst thou meet with living wight,
+      My dear brothèr, could cope with thee.
+
+    Come hither Horseley, says my lord,
+      And look your shaft that it go right,
+    Shoot a good shot in time of need,
+      And for it thou shalt be made a knight.
+    I'll shoot my best, quoth Horseley then,
+      Your honour shall see, with might and main;
+    But if I was hanged at your main-mast,
+      I have now left but arrows twain.
+
+    Sir Andrew he did swarve the tree,
+      With right good will he swarved then:
+    Upon his breast did Horseley hit,
+      But the arrow bounded back again.
+    Then Horseley spied a privy place
+      With a perfect eye in a secret part;
+    Under the spole[123] of his right arm
+      He smote Sir Andrew to the heart.
+
+    Fight on, my men, Sir Andrew says,
+      A little I'm hurt, but yet not slain;
+    I'll but lie down and bleed awhile,
+      And then I'll rise and fight again.
+    Fight on, my men, Sir Andrew says,
+      And never flinch before the foe;
+    And stand fast by St. Andrew's cross
+      Until you hear my whistle blow.
+
+    They never heard his whistle blow,----
+      Which made their hearts wax sore adread:
+    Then Horseley said, Aboard, my lord,
+      For well I wot, Sir Andrew's dead.
+    They boarded then his noble ship,
+      They boarded it with might and main;
+    Eighteen score Scots alive they found,
+      The rest were either maimed or slain.
+
+    Lord Howard took a sword in hand,
+      And off he smote Sir Andrew's head,
+    I must have left England many a day,
+      If thou wert alive as thou art dead.
+    He caused his body to be cast
+      Over the hatchboard into the sea,
+    And about his middle three hundred crowns:
+      Wherever thou land this will bury thee.
+
+[Illustration: SIR ANDREW BARTON.]
+
+    Thus from the wars lord Howard came,
+      And back he sailèd o'er the main,
+    With mickle joy and triumphìng
+      Into Thames mouth he came again.
+    Lord Howard then a letter wrote,
+      And sealèd it with seal and ring;
+    Such a noble prize have I brought to your grace,
+      As never did subject to a king:
+
+    Sir Andrew's ship I bring with me;
+      A braver ship was never none:
+    Now hath your grace two ships of war,
+      Before in England was but one.
+    King Henry's grace with royal cheer
+      Welcomed the noble Howard home,
+    And where, said he, is this rover stout,
+      That I myself may give the doom?
+
+    The rover, he is safe, my liege,
+      Full many a fathom in the sea;
+    If he were alive as he is dead,
+      I must have left England many a day:
+    And your grace may thank four men i' the ship
+      For the victory which we have won,
+    These are William Horseley, Henry Hunt,
+      And Peter Simon, and his son.
+
+    To Henry Hunt, the king then said,
+      In lieu of what was from thee ta'en,
+    A noble a-day now thou shalt have,
+      Sir Andrew's jewels and his chain.
+    And Horseley thou shalt be a knight,
+      And lands and livings shalt have store;
+    Howard shall be earl of Surrey hight,
+      As Howards erst have been before.
+
+    Now, Peter Simon, thou art old,
+      I will maintain thee and thy son:
+    And the men shall have five hundred marks
+      For the good service they have done.
+    Then in came the queen with ladies fair
+      To see Sir Andrew Barton knight:
+    They ween'd that he were brought on shore,
+      And thought to have seen a gallant sight.
+
+    But when they saw his deadly face,
+      And eyes so hollow in his head,
+    I would give, quoth the king, a thousand marks,
+      This man were alive as he is dead:
+    Yet for the manful part he played,
+      Which fought so well with heart and hand,
+    His men shall have twelvepence a day,
+      Till they come to my brother king's high land.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[113] Travel.
+
+[114] Breadth.
+
+[115] Twelvescore paces off.
+
+[116] Part of the side of the ship.
+
+[117] Fitted out.
+
+[118] Flags.
+
+[119] _i.e._ Did not salute.
+
+[120] Portuguese.
+
+[121] However this affair will end.
+
+[122] Climbed.
+
+[123] The arm-pit.
+
+
+
+
+BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBEY.[124]
+
+
+    The fifteenth day of July,
+      With glistering spear and shield,
+    A famous fight in Flanders
+      Was foughten on the field:
+    The most courageous officers
+      Were English captains three;
+    But the bravest man in battle
+      Was brave lord Willoughbèy.
+
+    The next was captain Norris,
+      A valiant man was he:
+    The other captain Turner,
+      From field would never flee.
+    With fifteen hundred fighting men,
+      Alas! there were no more,
+    They fought with fourteen thousand then,
+      Upon the bloody shore.
+
+    Stand to it noble pikemen,
+      And look you round about:
+    And shoot you right you bowmen,
+      And we will keep them out:
+    You musket and calliver[125] men,
+      Do you prove true to me,
+    I'll be the foremost man in fight,
+      Says brave lord Willoughbèy.
+
+    And then the bloody enemy
+      They fiercely did assail,
+    And fought it out most furiously,
+      Not doubting to prevail:
+    The wounded men on both sides fell
+      Most piteous for to see,
+    Yet nothing could the courage quell
+      Of brave lord Willoughbèy.
+
+[Illustration: THE BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBY.]
+
+    For seven hours to all men's view
+      This fight endured sore,
+    Until our men so feeble grew,
+      That they could fight no more;
+    And then upon dead horses
+      Full savourly they ate,
+    And drank the puddle water,
+      They could no better get.
+
+    When they had fed so freely,
+      They kneeled on the ground,
+    And praised God devoutly
+      For the favour they had found;
+    And beating up their colours,
+      The fight they did renew,
+    And turning tow'rds the Spaniard,
+      A thousand more they slew.
+
+    The sharp steel-pointed arrows,
+      And bullets thick did fly;
+    Then did our valiant soldiers
+      Charge on most furiously;
+    Which made the Spaniards waver,
+      They thought it best to flee,
+    They fear'd the stout behaviour
+      Of brave lord Willoughbèy.
+
+    Then quoth the Spanish general,
+      Come let us march away,
+    I fear we shall be spoiled all,
+      If here we longer stay;
+    For yonder comes lord Willoughbey
+      With courage fierce and fell,
+    He will not give one inch of way
+      For all the devils in hell.
+
+    And then the fearful enemy
+      Was quickly put to flight,
+    Our men pursued courageously,
+      And caught their forces quite;
+    But at last they gave a shout,
+      Which echoed through the sky,
+    God, and St. George for England!
+      The conquerors did cry.
+
+    This news was brought to England
+      With all the speed might be,
+    And soon our gracious queen was told
+      Of this same victory.
+    O this is brave lord Willoughbey,
+      My love that ever won,
+    Of all the lords of honour,
+      'Tis he great deeds hath done.
+
+    To the soldiers that were maimed,
+      And wounded in the fray,
+    The queen allowed a pension
+      Of fifteen pence a day;
+    And from all costs and charges
+      She quit and set them free:
+    And this she did all for the sake
+      Of brave lord Willoughbèy.
+
+    Then courage, noble Englishmen,
+      And never be dismayed:
+    If that we be but one to ten,
+      We will not be afraid
+    To fight with foreign enemies,
+      And set our nation free.
+    And thus I end the bloody bout
+      Of brave lord Willoughbèy.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[124] Peregrine Bertie, Lord Willoughbey of Eresby, died 1601.
+
+[125] A kind of gun.
+
+
+
+
+KING JOHN AND THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY.
+
+
+    An ancient story I'll tell you anon
+    Of a notable prince, that was called king John;
+    And he ruled England with main and with might,
+    For he did great wrong, and maintain'd little right.
+
+    And I'll tell you a story, a story so merry,
+    Concerning the Abbot of Canterbùry;
+    How for his house-keeping, and high renown,
+    They rode post for him to fair London town.
+
+    An hundred men, the king did hear say,
+    The abbot kept in his house every day;
+    And fifty gold chains, without any doubt,
+    In velvet coats waited the abbot about.
+
+    How now, father abbot, I hear it of thee,
+    Thou keepest a far better house than me,
+    And for thy house-keeping and high renown,
+    I fear thou work'st treason against my crown.
+
+    My liege, quoth the abbot, I would it were known,
+    I never spend nothing, but what is my own;
+    And I trust, your grace will do me no deer,[126]
+    For spending of my own true-gotten gear.
+
+    Yes, yes, father abbot, thy fault it is high,
+    And now for the same thou needest must die;
+    For except thou canst answer me questions three,
+    Thy head shall be smitten from thy body.
+
+    And first, quoth the king, when I'm in this stead,[127]
+    With my crown of gold so fair on my head,
+    Among all my liege-men so noble of birth,
+    Thou must tell me to one penny what I am worth.
+
+    Secondly, tell me, without any doubt,
+    How soon I may ride the whole world about.
+    And at the third question thou must not shrink,
+    But tell me here truly what I do think.
+
+    O, these are hard questions for my shallow wit,
+    Nor I cannot answer your grace as yet:
+    But if you will give me but three weeks' space,
+    I'll do my endeavour to answer your grace.
+
+    Now three weeks' space to thee will I give,
+    And that is the longest time thou hast to live;
+    For if thou dost not answer my questions three,
+    Thy lands and thy livings are forfeit to me.
+
+[Illustration: KING JOHN AND THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY.]
+
+    Away rode the abbot all sad at that word,
+    And he rode to Cambridge, and Oxenford;
+    But never a doctor there was so wise,
+    That could with his learning an answer devise.
+
+    Then home rode the abbot of comfort so cold,
+    And he met his shepherd a going to fold:
+    How now, my lord abbot, you are welcome home;
+    What news do you bring us from good king John?
+
+    Sad news, sad news, shepherd, I must give;
+    That I have but three days more to live:
+    For if I do not answer him questions three,
+    My head will be smitten from my body.
+
+    The first is to tell him there in that stead,
+    With his crown of gold so fair on his head,
+    Among all his liege-men so noble of birth,
+    To within one penny of what he is worth.
+
+    The second, to tell him, without any doubt,
+    How soon he may ride this whole world about:
+    And at the third question I must not shrink,
+    But tell him there truly what he does think.
+
+    Now cheer up, sire abbot, did you never hear yet,
+    That a fool he may learn a wise man wit?
+    Lend me horse, and serving-men, and your apparel,
+    And I'll ride to London to answer your quarrel.
+
+    Nay frown not, if it hath been told unto me,
+    I am like your lordship, as ever may be:
+    And if you will but lend me your gown,
+    There is none shall know us at fair London town.
+
+    Now horses, and serving-men thou shalt have,
+    With sumptuous array most gallant and brave;
+    With crozier, and mitre, and rochet, and cope,
+    Fit to appear 'fore our father the pope.
+
+    Now welcome, sire abbot, the king he did say,
+    'Tis well thou'rt come back to keep thy day;
+    For and if thou canst answer my questions three,
+    Thy life and thy living both saved shall be.
+
+    And first, when thou seest me here in this stead,
+    With my crown of gold so fair on my head,
+    Among all my liege-men so noble of birth,
+    Tell me to one penny what I am worth.
+
+    For thirty pence our Saviour was sold
+    Among the false Jews, as I have been told;
+    And twenty-nine is the worth of thee,
+    For I think, thou art one penny worser than he.
+
+    The king he laughed, and swore by St. Bittel,[128]
+    I did not think I had been worth so little!
+    --Now secondly tell me, without any doubt,
+    How soon I may ride this whole world about.
+
+    You must rise with the sun, and ride with the same,
+    Until the next morning he riseth again;
+    And then your grace need not make any doubt,
+    But in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about.
+
+    The king he laughed, and swore by St. Jone,
+    I did not think it could be gone so soon!
+    --Now from the third question thou must not shrink,
+    But tell me here truly what I do think.
+
+    Yea, that shall I do, and make your grace merry:
+    You think I'm the abbot of Canterbùry;
+    But I'm his poor shepherd, as plain you may see,
+    That am come to beg pardon for him and for me.
+
+    The king he laughed, and swore by the mass,
+    I'll make thee lord abbot this day in his place!
+    Now nay, my liege, be not in such speed,
+    For, alack, I can neither write nor read.
+
+    Four nobles a week then I will give thee,
+    For this merry jest thou hast shown unto me;
+    And tell the old abbot when thou com'st home,
+    Thou hast brought him a pardon from good king John.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[126] Hurt.
+
+[127] Place.
+
+[128] St. Botolph.
+
+
+
+
+ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR.
+
+
+    In the summer time, when leaves grow green,
+      And flowers are fresh and gay,
+    Robin Hood and his merry men
+      Were all disposed to play.
+
+    Then some would leap, and some would run,
+      And some would use artillery;
+    Which of you can a good bow draw,
+      A good archer for to be?
+
+    Which of you can kill a buck?
+      Or who can kill a doe?
+    Or who can kill a hart of grease,[129]
+      Five hundred foot him fro'?
+
+    Will Scarlet he kill'd a buck,
+      And Midge he kill'd a doe;
+    And Little John kill'd a hart of grease,
+      Five hundred foot him fro'.
+
+    God's blessing on thy heart, said Robin Hood,
+      That shot such a shot for me;
+    I would ride my horse an hundred miles
+      To find one to match thee.
+
+    That caused Will Scarlet to laugh,
+      He laugh'd full heartily;
+    There lives a friar in Fountain's Abbey
+      Will beat both him and thee.
+
+    The curtal friar in Fountain's Abbey
+      Well can draw a good strong bow;
+    He will beat both you and your yeomen,
+      Set them all on a row.
+
+    Robin Hood took a solemn oath,
+      It was by Mary free,
+    That he would neither eat nor drink,
+      Till the friar he did see.
+
+    Robin Hood put on his harness good,
+      On his head a cap of steel;
+    Broad sword and buckler by his side,
+      And they became him well.
+
+    He took his bow into his hand,
+      (It was of a trusty tree)
+    With a sheaf of arrows by his side
+      And to Fountain Dale went he.
+
+    And coming unto fair Fountain Dale,
+      No farther would he ride:
+    There was he 'ware of a curtal friar,
+      Walking by the water-side.
+
+    The friar had on a harness good,
+      On his head a cap of steel;
+    Broad sword and buckler by his side,
+      And they became him well.
+
+    Robin Hood lighted off his horse,
+      And tied him to a thorn:
+    Carry me over the water, thou curtal friar,
+      Or else thy life's forlorn.
+
+    The friar took Robin Hood on his back,
+      Deep water he did bestride,
+    And spake neither good word nor bad
+      Till he came to the other side.
+
+    Lightly leap'd Robin off the friar's back,
+      The friar said to him again,
+    Carry me over the water, fine fellow,
+      Or it shall breed thee pain.
+
+    Robin Hood took the friar on his back,
+      Deep water he did bestride,
+    And spake neither good nor bad
+      Till he came to the other side.
+
+    Lightly leap'd the friar off Robin Hood's back,
+      Robin said to him again,
+    Carry me over the water thou curtal friar,
+      Or it shall breed thee pain.
+
+    The friar he took Robin Hood on his back again
+      And stepp'd up to his knee;
+    Till he came to the middle of the stream
+      Neither good nor bad spake he;
+
+    And coming to the middle of the stream
+      There he threw Robin in;
+    And choose thee, choose thee, fine fellow,
+      Whether thou wilt sink or swim.
+
+[Illustration: ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTALL FRYER.]
+
+    Robin Hood swam to a bush of broom,
+      The friar to the willow wand;
+    Bold Robin Hood he got to the shore,
+      And took his bow in his hand.
+
+    One of the best arrows under his belt
+      To the friar he let fly:
+    The curtal friar with his steel buckler
+      Did put that arrow by.
+
+    Shoot on, shoot on, thou fine fellow,
+      Shoot as thou hast begun;
+    If thou shoot here a summer's day,
+      Thy mark I will not shun.
+
+    Robin Hood shot so passing well,
+      Till his arrows all were gone;
+    They took their swords and steel bucklers,
+      They fought with might and main.
+
+    From ten o'clock that very day,
+      Till four i' the afternoon;
+    Then Robin Hood came on his knees,
+      Of the friar to beg a boon.
+
+    A boon, a boon, thou curtal friar,
+      I beg it on my knee;
+    Give me leave to set my horn to my mouth,
+      And to blow blasts three.
+
+    That I will do, said the curtal friar,
+      Of thy blasts I have no doubt;
+    I hope thou wilt blow so passing well,
+      Till both thy eyes drop out.
+
+    Robin Hood set his horn to his mouth,
+      And he blew out blasts three,
+    Half a hundred yeomen, with their bows bent,
+      Came ranging over the lea.
+
+    Whose men are these, said the friar,
+      That come so hastily?
+    These men are mine, said Robin Hood,
+      Friar, what's that to thee?
+
+    A boon, a boon, said the curtal friar,
+      The like I gave to thee;
+    Give me leave to put my fist to my mouth,
+      And whute[130] whutes three.
+
+    That I will do, said Robin Hood,
+      Or else I were to blame;
+    Three whutes in a friar's fist
+      Would make me glad and fain.
+
+    The friar he set his fist to his mouth,
+      And he whuted him whutes three;
+    Half an hundred good ban dogs
+      Came running over the lea.
+
+    Here is for every man a dog,
+      And I myself for thee:
+    Nay, by my faith, said Robin Hood,
+      Friar, that may not be.
+
+    Two dogs at once to Robin did go,
+      The one behind and the other before;
+    Robin Hood's mantle of Lincoln green
+      Off from his back they tore.
+
+    And whether his men shot east or west,
+      Or they shot north or south,
+    The curtal dogs, so taught they were,
+      They caught the arrows in their mouth.
+
+    Take up thy dogs, said Little John,
+      Friar, at my bidding thee;
+    Whose man art thou, said the curtal friar,
+      That comes here to prate to me?
+
+    I am Little John, Robin Hood's man,
+      Friar, I will not lie;
+    If thou take not up thy dogs anon,
+      I'll take them up and thee.
+
+    Little John had a bow in his hand,
+      He shot with might and main;
+    Soon half a score of the friar's dogs
+      Lay dead upon the plain.
+
+    Hold thy hand, good fellow, said the curtal friar,
+      Thy master and I will agree;
+    And we will have new orders taken,
+      With all haste that may be.
+
+    If thou wilt forsake fair Fountain Dale,
+      And Fountain Abbey free,
+    Every Sunday throughout the year
+      A noble shall be thy fee.
+
+    Every Sunday throughout the year,
+      Chang'd shall thy garments be,
+    If thou wilt to fair Nottingham go,
+      And there remain with me.
+
+    The curtal friar had kept Fountain Dale,
+      Seven long years and more;
+    There was neither knight, lord, nor earl,
+      Could make him yield before.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[129] Fat hart.
+
+[130] Whistle.
+
+
+
+
+ROBIN HOOD AND ALLEN-A-DALE.
+
+
+    Come listen to me, you gallants so free,
+      All you that love mirth for to hear,
+    And I will tell you of a bold outlaw,
+      That liv'd in Nottinghamshire.
+
+    As Robin Hood in the forest stood,
+      All under the greenwood tree,
+    There was he aware of a brave young man,
+      As fine as fine might be.
+
+    The youngster was clothed in scarlet red,
+      In scarlet fine and gay;
+    And he did frisk it o'er the plain,
+      And chaunted a roundelay.
+
+    As Robin Hood next morning stood
+      Amongst the leaves so gay,
+    There did he 'spy the same young man
+      Come drooping along the way.
+
+    The scarlet he wore the day before,
+      It was cast clean away;
+    And ev'ry step he fetch'd a sigh,
+      Alack and well a day!
+
+    Then stepped forth brave Little John,
+      And Midge the miller's son,
+    Which made the young man bend his bow,
+      When he did see them come.
+
+    Stand off, stand off, the young man said,
+      What is your will with me?
+    You must come before our master straight,
+      Under yonder greenwood tree.
+
+    And when he came bold Robin before,
+      Robin asked him courteously,
+    O hast thou any money to spare
+      For my merry men and me?
+
+    I have no money, the young man said,
+      But five shillings and a ring,
+    And that I have kept these seven long years,
+      To have it at my wedding.
+
+    Yesterday I should have married a maid,
+      But from me she was ta'en,
+    And chosen to be an old knight's delight,
+      Whereby my poor heart is slain.
+
+    What is thy name then, said Robin Hood,
+      Come, tell me without fail?
+    By the faith of my body, then said the young man,
+      My name is Allen-a-Dale.
+
+    What wilt thou give me, said Robin Hood,
+      In ready gold or fee,
+    To help thee to thy true love again,
+      And deliver her unto thee?
+
+    I have no money, then quoth the young man,
+      No ready gold or fee,
+    But I will swear upon a book,
+      Thy true servant for to be.
+
+    How many miles is it to thy true love?
+      Come, tell me without any guile.
+    By the faith of my body, then said the young man,
+      It is but five little mile.
+
+    Then Robin he hasted over the plain,
+      And he did neither stint nor lin,[131]
+    Until he came unto the church,
+      Where Allen should have kept his wedding!
+
+    What dost thou here, the Bishop then said,
+      I prithee tell unto me?
+    I am a bold harper, quoth Robin Hood,
+      And the best in the north country.
+
+    O welcome, O welcome, the bishop then said,
+      That music best pleaseth me;
+    You shall have no music, quoth Robin Hood,
+      Till the bride and bridegroom I see.
+
+    With that came in a wealthy knight,
+      Who was both grave and old;
+    And after him a finikin lass,
+      That did shine like glittering gold.
+
+    This is not a fit match, quoth bold Robin Hood,
+      That you do seem to make here;
+    For since we are come into the church,
+      The bride shall choose her own dear.
+
+    Then Robin Hood put his horn to his mouth,
+      And blew blasts two or three;
+    Then four and twenty bowmen bold
+      Came leaping over the lea.
+
+    And when they came into the churchyard,
+      Marching all on a row,
+    The first man was Allen-a-Dale,
+      To give bold Robin his bow.
+
+    This is thy true love, Robin he said,
+      Young Allen, as I have heard say,
+    And thou shalt be married at this same time,
+      Before we depart away.
+
+    That shalt not be, the bishop he said,
+      For thy word shall not stand;
+    They shall be three times asked in the church,
+      As the law is of our land.
+
+[Illustration: THE MARRIAGE OF ALLEN A DALE.]
+
+    Robin Hood pull'd off the bishop's coat,
+      And put it upon Little John;
+    By the faith of my body, then Robin he said,
+      This cloth doth make thee a man.
+
+    When Little John went to the quire,
+      The people began to laugh:
+    He ask'd them seven times in the church,
+      Lest three times should not be enough.
+
+    Who gives this maid? said Little John;
+      Quoth Robin, that do I;
+    And he that takes her from Allen-a-Dale,
+      Full dearly shall her buy.
+
+    And thus having ended this merry wedding,
+      The bride she looked like a queen!
+    And so they returned to the merry green wood,
+      Amongst the leaves so green.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[131] Stop.
+
+
+
+
+VALENTINE AND URSINE.
+
+
+PART THE FIRST.
+
+    When Flora 'gins to deck the fields
+      With colours fresh and fine,
+    Then holy clerks their matins sing
+      To good Saint Valentine!
+
+    The king of France that morning fair
+      He would a hunting ride:
+    To Artois forest prancing forth
+      In all his princely pride.
+
+    To grace his sports a courtly train
+      Of gallant peers attend;
+    And with their loud and cheerful cries
+      The hills and valleys rend.
+
+    Through the deep forest swift they pass,
+      Through woods and thickets wild;
+    When down within a lonely dell
+      They found a new-born child;
+
+    All in a scarlet kercher laid
+      Of silk so fine and thin:
+    A golden mantle wrapt him round
+      Pinn'd with a silver pin.
+
+    The sudden sight surpris'd them all;
+      The courtiers gather'd round;
+    They look, they call, the mother seek;
+      No mother could be found.
+
+    At length the king himself drew near,
+      And as he gazing stands,
+    The pretty babe look'd up and smil'd,
+      And stretch'd his little hands.
+
+    Now, by the rood, king Pepin says,
+      This child is passing fair:
+    I wot he is of gentle blood;
+      Perhaps some prince's heir.
+
+    Go bear him home unto my court
+      With all the care ye may:
+    Let him be christen'd Valentine,
+      In honour of this day:
+
+    And look me out some cunning nurse;
+      Well nurtur'd let him be:
+    Nor aught be wanting that becomes
+      A bairn of high degree.
+
+    They look'd him out a cunning nurse,
+      And nurtur'd well was he;
+    Nor aught was wanting that became
+      A bairn of high degree.
+
+    Thus grew the little Valentine,
+      Belov'd of king and peers;
+    And show'd in all he spake or did
+      A wit beyond his years.
+
+    But chief in gallant feats of arms
+      He did himself advance,
+    And ere he grew to man's estate
+      He had no peer in France.
+
+    And now the early down began
+      To shade his youthful chin;
+    When Valentine was dubb'd a knight,
+      That he might glory win.
+
+    A boon, a boon, my gracious liege,
+      I beg a boon of thee!
+    The first adventure that befalls
+      May be reserv'd for me.
+
+    The first adventure shall be thine,
+      The king did smiling say.
+    Nor many days, when lo! there came
+      Three palmers clad in gray.
+
+    Help, gracious lord, they weeping said;
+      And knelt, as it was meet:
+    From Artois forest we be come,
+      With weak and weary feet.
+
+    Within those deep and dreary woods
+      There wends a savage boy;
+    Whose fierce and mortal rage doth yield
+      Thy subjects dire annoy.
+
+    'Mong ruthless bears he sure was bred;
+      He lurks within their den:
+    With bears he lives, with bears he feeds,
+      And drinks the blood of men.
+
+    To more than savage strength he joins
+      A more than human skill:
+    For arms, no cunning may suffice
+      His cruel rage to still:
+
+    Up then rose sir Valentine,
+      And claim'd that arduous deed.
+    Go forth and conquer, said the king,
+      And great shall be thy meed.
+
+    Well mounted on a milk-white steed,
+      His armour white as snow;
+    As well beseem'd a virgin knight,
+      Who ne'er had fought a foe:
+
+    To Artois forest he repairs
+      With all the haste he may;
+    And soon he spies the savage youth
+      A rending of his prey.
+
+    His unkempt hair all matted hung
+      His shaggy shoulders round:
+    His eager eye all fiery glow'd:
+      His face with fury frown'd.
+
+    Like eagle's talons grew his nails:
+      His limbs were thick and strong;
+    And dreadful was the knotted oak
+      He bare with him along.
+
+    Soon as sir Valentine approach'd,
+      He starts with sudden spring;
+    And yelling forth a hideous howl,
+      He made the forests ring.
+
+    As when a tiger fierce and fell
+      Hath spied a passing roe,
+    And leaps at once upon his throat;
+      So sprung the savage foe.
+
+    So lightly leap'd with furious force
+      The gentle knight to seize:
+    But met his tall uplifted spear,
+      Which sunk him on his knees.
+
+    A second stroke so stiff and stern
+      Had laid the savage low;
+    But springing up, he rais'd his club,
+      And aim'd a dreadful blow.
+
+    The watchful warrior bent his head,
+      And shunn'd the coming stroke;
+    Upon his taper spear it fell,
+      And all to shivers broke.
+
+    Then lighting nimbly from his steed,
+      He drew his burnished brand:
+    The savage quick as lightning flew
+      To wrest it from his hand.
+
+    Three times he grasp'd the silver hilt;
+      Three times he felt the blade;
+    Three times it fell with furious force;
+      Three ghastly wounds it made.
+
+    Now with redoubled rage he roar'd;
+      His eye-ball flash'd with fire;
+    Each hairy limb with fury shook;
+      And all his heart was ire.
+
+    Then closing fast with furious gripe
+      He clasp'd the champion round,
+    And with a strong and sudden twist
+      He laid him on the ground.
+
+    But soon the knight, with active spring,
+      O'erturn'd his hairy foe:
+    And now between their sturdy fists
+      Passed many a bruising blow.
+
+[Illustration: VALENTINE AND URSINE.]
+
+    They roll'd and grappled on the ground,
+      And there they struggled long:
+    Skilful and active was the knight;
+      The savage he was strong.
+
+    But brutal force and savage strength
+      To art and skill must yield:
+    Sir Valentine at length prevail'd,
+      And won the well-fought field.
+
+    Then binding straight his conquer'd foe
+      Fast with an iron chain,
+    He ties him to his horse's tail,
+      And leads him o'er the plain.
+
+    To court his hairy captive soon
+      Sir Valentine doth bring;
+    And kneeling down upon his knee,
+      Presents him to the king.
+
+    With loss of blood and loss of strength,
+      The savage tamer grew;
+    And to sir Valentine became
+      A servant tried and true.
+
+    And 'cause with bears he erst was bred,
+      Ursine they call his name;
+    A name which unto future times
+      The Muses shall proclaim.
+
+
+PART THE SECOND.
+
+    In high renown with prince and peer
+      Now liv'd sir Valentine:
+    His high renown with prince and peer
+      Made envious hearts repine.
+
+    It chanc'd the king upon a day
+      Prepar'd a sumptuous feast:
+    And there came lords and dainty dames,
+      And many a noble guest.
+
+    Amid their cups, that freely flow'd,
+      Their revelry, and mirth,
+    A youthful knight tax'd Valentine
+      Of base and doubtful birth.
+
+    The foul reproach, so grossly urg'd,
+      His generous heart did wound:
+    And straight he vow'd he ne'er would rest
+      Till he his parents found.
+
+    Then bidding king and peers adieu,
+      Early one summer's day,
+    With faithful Ursine by his side,
+      From court he took his way.
+
+    O'er hill and valley, moss and moor,
+      For many a day they pass;
+    At length, upon a moated lake,[132]
+      They found a bridge of brass.
+
+    Beyond it rose a castle fair,
+      Y-built of marble stone:
+    The battlements were gilt with gold,
+      And glittered in the sun.
+
+    Beneath the bridge, with strange device,
+      A hundred bells were hung;
+    That man, nor beast, might pass thereon,
+      But straight their larum rung.
+
+    This quickly found the youthful pair,
+      Who boldly crossing o'er,
+    The jangling sound bedeaft their ears,
+      And rung from shore to shore.
+
+    Quick at the sound the castle gates
+      Unlock'd and opened wide,
+    And straight a giant huge and grim
+      Stalk'd forth with stately pride.
+
+    Now yield you, caitiffs, to my will,
+      He cried with hideous roar;
+    Or else the wolves shall eat your flesh,
+      And ravens drink your gore.
+
+    Vain boaster, said the youthful knight,
+      I scorn thy threats and thee:
+    I trust to force thy brazen gates,
+      And set thy captives free.
+
+    Then putting spurs unto his steed,
+      He aim'd a dreadful thrust;
+    The spear against the giant glanc'd,
+      And caus'd the blood to burst.
+
+    Mad and outrageous with the pain,
+      He whirl'd his mace of steel:
+    The very wind of such a blow
+      Had made the champion reel.
+
+    It haply missed; and now the knight
+      His glittering sword display'd,
+    And riding round with whirlwind speed
+      Oft made him feel the blade.
+
+    As when a large and monstrous oak
+      Unceasing axes hew:
+    So fast around the giant's limbs
+      The blows quick-darting flew.
+
+    As when the boughs with hideous fall
+      Some hapless woodman crush:
+    With such a force the enormous foe
+      Did on the champion rush.
+
+    A fearful blow, alas! there came,
+      Both horse and knight it took,
+    And laid them senseless in the dust;
+      So fatal was the stroke.
+
+    Then smiling forth a hideous grin,
+      The giant strides in haste,
+    And, stooping, aims a second stroke:
+      Now, caitiff, breathe thy last!
+
+    But ere it fell, two thundering blows
+      Upon his scull descend:
+    From Ursine's knotty club they came,
+      Who ran to save his friend.
+
+    Down sank the giant gaping wide,
+      And rolling his grim eyes:
+    The hairy youth repeats his blows:
+      He gasps, he groans, he dies.
+
+    Quickly sir Valentine reviv'd,
+      With Ursine's timely care:
+    And now to search the castle walls
+      The venturous youths repair.
+
+    The blood and bones of murder'd knight
+      They found where'er they came:
+    At length within a lonely cell
+      They saw a mournful dame.
+
+    Her gentle eyes were dimm'd with tears;
+      Her cheeks were pale with woe;
+    And long sir Valentine besought
+      Her doleful tale to know.
+
+    Alas! young knight, she weeping said,
+      Condole my wretched fate;
+    A childless mother here you see;
+      A wife without a mate.
+
+    These twenty winters here forlorn
+      I've drawn my hated breath;
+    Sole witness of a monster's crimes,
+      And wishing aye for death.
+
+    Know, I am sister of a king,
+      And in my early years
+    Was married to a mighty prince,
+      The fairest of his peers.
+
+    With him I sweetly liv'd in love
+      A twelvemonth and a day:
+    When, lo! a foul and treacherous priest
+      Y-wrought our loves' decay.
+
+    His seeming goodness won him pow'r;
+      He had his master's ear:
+    And long to me and all the world
+      He did a saint appear.
+
+    One day, when we were all alone,
+      He proffer'd odious love:
+    The wretch with horror I repuls'd,
+      And from my presence drove.
+
+    He feign'd remorse, and piteous begg'd
+      His crime I'd not reveal:
+    Which, for his seeming penitence,
+      I promis'd to conceal.
+
+    With treason, villainy, and wrong,
+      My goodness he repay'd:
+    With jealous doubts he fill'd my lord,
+      And me to woe betray'd.
+
+    He hid a slave within my bed,
+      Then rais'd a bitter cry.
+    My lord, possess'd with rage, condemn'd
+      Me, all unheard, to die.
+
+    But 'cause I then was great with child,
+      At length my life he spar'd:
+    But bade me instant quit the realm,
+      One trusty knight my guard.
+
+    Forth on my journey I depart,
+      Oppressed with grief and woe:
+    And tow'rds my brother's distant court,
+      With breaking heart, I go.
+
+    Long time thro' sundry foreign lands
+      We slowly pace along:
+    At length, within a forest wild,
+      I fell in labour strong:
+
+    And while the knight for succour sought,
+      And left me there forlorn,
+    My childbed pains so fast increas'd
+      Two lovely boys were born.
+
+    The eldest fair and smooth as snow
+      That tips the mountain hoar;
+    The younger's little body rough
+      With hairs was cover'd o'er.
+
+    But here afresh begin my woes:
+      While tender care I took
+    To shield my eldest from the cold,
+      And wrap him in my cloak,
+
+    A prowling bear burst from the wood,
+      And seiz'd my younger son:
+    Affection lent my weakness wings,
+      And after them I run.
+
+    But all forwearied, weak, and spent,
+      I quickly swoon'd away;
+    And there beneath the greenwood shade
+      Long time I lifeless lay.
+
+    At length the knight brought me relief,
+      And rais'd me from the ground:
+    But neither of my pretty babes
+      Could ever more be found.
+
+    And, while in search we wander'd far,
+      We met that giant grim;
+    Who ruthless slew my trusty knight,
+      And bare me off with him.
+
+    But charm'd by heav'n, or else my griefs,
+      He offer'd me no wrong;
+    Save that within these lonely walls
+      I've been immur'd so long.
+
+    Now surely, said the youthful knight,
+      You are Lady Ballisance,
+    Wife to the Grecian Emperor:
+      Your brother's king of France.
+
+    For in your royal brother's court
+      Myself my breeding had;
+    Where oft the story of your woes
+      Hath made my bosom sad.
+
+    If so, know your accuser's dead,
+      And dying own'd his crime;
+    And long your lord hath sought you out
+      Thro' every foreign clime.
+
+    And when no tidings he could learn
+      Of his much wrongèd wife,
+    He vow'd thenceforth within his court
+      To lead a hermit's life.
+
+    Now heaven is kind! the lady said;
+      And dropped a joyful tear:
+    Shall I once more behold my lord?
+      That lord I love so dear?
+
+    But, madam, said sir Valentine,
+      And knelt upon his knee;
+    Know you the cloak that wrapt your babe,
+      If you the same should see?
+
+    And pulling forth the cloth of gold,
+      In which himself was found;
+    The lady gave a sudden shriek,
+      And fainted on the ground.
+
+    But by his pious care reviv'd,
+      His tale she heard anon;
+    And soon by other tokens found,
+      He was indeed her son.
+
+    But who's this hairy youth? she said;
+      He much resembles thee:
+    The bear devour'd my younger son,
+      Or sure that son were he.
+
+    Madam, this youth with bears was bred,
+      And rear'd within their den.
+    But recollect ye any mark
+      To know your son again?
+
+    Upon his little side, quoth she,
+      Was stamped a bloody rose.
+    Here, lady, see the crimson mark
+      Upon his body grows!
+
+    Then clasping both her new-found sons
+      She bath'd their cheeks with tears:
+    And soon towards her brother's court
+      Her joyful course she steers.
+
+    What pen can paint king Pepin's joy,
+      His sister thus restor'd!
+    And soon a messenger was sent
+      To cheer her drooping lord:
+
+    Who came in haste with all his peers,
+      To fetch her home to Greece;
+    Where many happy years they reign'd
+      In perfect love and peace.
+
+    To them sir Ursine did succeed,
+      And long the sceptre bear.
+    Sir Valentine he stay'd in France,
+      And was his uncle's heir.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[132] _i.e._ A lake that served for a moat to a castle.
+
+
+
+
+THE KING AND MILLER OF MANSFIELD.
+
+
+PART THE FIRST.
+
+    Henry, our royal king, would ride a hunting
+      To the green forest, so pleasant and fair;
+    To see the harts skipping, and dainty does tripping:
+      Unto merry Sherwood his nobles repair:
+    Hawk and hound were unbound, all things prepar'd
+    For the game, in the same, with good regard.
+
+    All a long summer's day rode the king pleasantly,
+      With all his princes and nobles each one;
+    Chasing the hart and hind, and the buck gallantly,
+      Till the dark evening forc'd all to turn home.
+    Then at last, riding fast, he had lost quite
+    All his lords in the wood, late in the night.
+
+    Wandering thus wearily, all alone, up and down,
+      With a rude miller he met at the last:
+    Asking the ready way unto fair Nottingham;
+      Sir, quoth the miller, I mean not to jest,
+    Yet I think, what I think, sooth for to say,
+    You do not lightly ride out of your way.
+
+    Why, what dost thou think of me, quoth our king merrily,
+      Passing thy judgment upon me so brief?
+    Good faith, said the miller, I mean not to flatter thee;
+      I guess thee to be but some gentleman thief;
+    Stand thee back, in the dark; light not adown,
+    Lest that I presently crack thy knave's crown.
+
+    Thou dost abuse me much, quoth the king, saying thus;
+      I am a gentleman; lodging I lack.
+    Thou hast not, quoth th' miller, one groat in thy purse;
+      All thy inheritance hangs on thy back.
+    I have gold to discharge all that I call;[133]
+    If it be forty pence, I will pay all.
+
+    If thou beest a true man, then quoth the miller,
+      I swear by my toll-dish, I'll lodge thee all night.
+    Here's my hand, quoth the king; that was I ever.
+      Nay, soft, quoth the miller, thou may'st be a sprite.
+    Better I'll know thee, ere hands we will shake;
+    With none but honest men hands will I take.
+
+    Thus they went all along unto the miller's house:
+      Where they were seething of puddings and souse:
+    The miller first enter'd in; after him went the king;
+      Never came he in so smoky a house.
+    Now, quoth he, let me see here what you are.
+    Quoth our king, look your fill, and do not spare.
+
+    I like well thy countenance; thou hast an honest face;
+      With my son Richard this night thou shalt lie.
+    Quoth his wife, by my troth, it is a handsome youth;
+      Yet it's best, husband, to deal warily.
+    Art thou no runaway, prythee, youth, tell?
+    Show me thy passport, and all shall be well.
+
+    Then our king presently, making low courtesy,
+      With his hat in his hand, thus he did say;
+    I have no passport, nor never was servitor,
+      But a poor courtier, rode out of my way:
+    And for your kindness here offered to me,
+    I will requite you in every degree.
+
+    Then to the miller his wife whispered secretly,
+      Saying, It seemeth this youth's of good kin,
+    Both by his apparel, and eke by his manners;
+      To turn him out, certainly, were a great sin.
+    Yea, quoth he, you may see he hath some grace
+    When he doth speak to his betters in place.
+
+    Well, quo' the miller's wife, young man, ye're welcome here;
+      And, though I say it, well lodgèd shall be:
+    Fresh straw will I have laid on thy bed so brave,
+      And good brown hempen sheets likewise, quoth she.
+    Aye, quoth the good man; and when that is done,
+    Thou shalt lie with no worse than our own son.
+
+[Illustration: THE KING AND THE MILLER OF MANSFIELD.]
+
+    This caus'd the king, suddenly, to laugh most heartily,
+      Till the tears trickled fast down from his eyes.
+    Then to their supper were they set orderly,
+      With hot bag-puddings and good apple-pies;
+    Nappy ale, good and stale, in a brown bowl,
+    Which did about the board merrily trowl.
+
+    Here, quoth the miller, good fellow, I drink to thee,
+      And to all courtiers, wherever they be.
+    I pledge thee, quoth our king, and thank thee heartily
+      For my welcome in every good degree:
+    And here, in like manner, I drink to thy son.
+    Do then, quoth Richard, and quick let it come.
+
+    Wife, quoth the miller, fetch me forth lightfoot,
+      And of his sweetness a little we'll taste.
+    A fair ven'son pasty brought she out presently.
+      Eat, quoth the miller, but, sir, make no waste.
+    Here's dainty lightfoot! In faith, said the king,
+    I never before eat so dainty a thing.
+
+    I wis, quoth Richard, no dainty at all it is,
+      For we do eat of it every day.
+    In what place, said our king, may be bought like to this?
+      We never pay penny for it, by my fay:
+    From merry Sherwood we fetch it home here;
+    Now and then we make bold with our king's deer.
+
+    Then I think, said our king, that it is venison.
+      Each fool, quoth Richard, full well may know that:
+    Never are we without two or three in the roof,
+      Very well fleshed, and excellent fat:
+    But, prythee, say nothing wherever thou go;
+    We would not, for two pence, the king should it know.
+
+    Doubt not, then said the king, my promised secrecy;
+      The king shall never know more on't for me.
+    A cup of lambs-wool[134] they drank unto him then,
+      And to their beds they passed presently.
+    The nobles, next morning, went all up and down,
+    For to seek out the king in every town.
+
+    At last, at the miller's cot, soon they espy'd him out,
+      As he was mounting upon his fair steed;
+    To whom they came presently, falling down on their knee;
+      Which made the miller's heart wofully bleed;
+    Shaking and quaking, before him he stood,
+    Thinking he should have been hang'd, by the Rood.
+
+    The king perceiving him fearfully trembling
+      Drew forth his sword, but nothing he said:
+    The miller down did fall, crying before them all,
+      Doubting the king would cut off his head.
+    But he, his kind courtesy for to requite,
+    Gave him great living, and dubb'd him a knight.
+
+
+PART THE SECOND.
+
+    When as our royal king came home from Nottingham,
+      And with his nobles at Westminster lay;
+    Recounting the sports and pastimes they had taken,
+      In this late progress along on the way;
+    Of them all, great and small, he did protest,
+    The miller of Mansfield's sport likèd him best.
+
+    And now, my lords, quoth the king, I am determined
+      Against St. George's next sumptuous feast,
+    That this old miller, our new confirmed knight,
+      With his son Richard, shall here be my guest:
+    For, in this merriment, 'tis my desire
+    To talk with the jolly knight, and the young squire.
+
+    When as the noble lords saw the king's pleasantness,
+      They were right joyful and glad in their hearts:
+    A pursuivant there was sent straight on the business,
+      The which had oftentimes been in those parts.
+    When he came to the place, where they did dwell,
+    His message orderly then 'gan he tell.
+
+    God save your worship, then said the messenger,
+      And grant your lady her own heart's desire;
+    And to your son Richard good fortune and happiness;
+      That sweet, gentle, and gallant young squire.
+    Our king greets you well, and thus he doth say,
+    You must come to the court on St. George's day.
+
+    Therefore, in any case, fail not to be in place.
+      I wis, quoth the miller, this is an odd jest:
+    What should we do there? faith, I am half afraid.
+      I doubt, quoth Richard, to be hang'd at the least.
+    Nay, quoth the messenger, you do mistake;
+    Our king he provides a great feast for your sake.
+
+    Then said the miller, By my troth, messenger,
+      Thou hast contented my worship full well.
+    Hold, here are three farthings, to quite thy gentleness,
+      For these happy tidings which thou dost tell.
+    Let me see, hear thou me; tell to our king,
+    We'll wait on his mastership in everything.
+
+    The pursuivant smiled at their simplicity,
+      And, making many legs, took the reward;
+    And his leave taking with great humility
+      To the king's court again he repaired;
+    Showing unto his grace, merry and free,
+    The knight's most liberal gift and bounty.
+
+    When he was gone away, thus 'gan the miller say,
+      Here come expenses and charges indeed;
+    Now must we needs be brave, tho' we spend all we have;
+      For of new garments we have great need:
+    Of horses and serving-men we must have store,
+    With bridles and saddles, and twenty things more.
+
+    Tush, sir John, quo' his wife, why should you fret, or frown?
+      You shall ne'er be at no charges for me;
+    For I will turn and trim up my old russet gown,
+      With everything else as fine as may be;
+    And on our mill-horses swift we will ride,
+    With pillows and pannels, as we shall provide.
+
+    In this most stately sort, rode they unto the court,
+      Their jolly son Richard rode foremost of all;
+    Who set up, for good hap,[135] a cock's feather in his cap,
+      And so they jetted[136] down to the king's hall;
+    The merry old miller with hands on his side;
+    His wife, like maid Marian, did mince at that tide.
+
+    The king and his nobles that heard of their coming,
+      Meeting this gallant knight with his brave train;
+    Welcome, sir knight, quoth he, with your gay lady:
+      Good sir John Cockle, once welcome again:
+    And so is the squire of courage so free.
+    Quoth Dick, A bots on you! do you know me?
+
+    The king and his courtiers laugh at this heartily,
+      While the king taketh them both by the hand;
+    With the court-dames and maids, like to the queen of spades,
+      The miller's wife did so orderly stand.
+    A milk-maid's courtesy at every word;
+    And down all the folks were set to the board.
+
+    There the king royally, in princely majesty,
+      Sate at his dinner with joy and delight;
+    When they had eaten well, then he to jesting fell,
+      And in a bowl of wine drank to the knight:
+    Here's to you both, in wine, ale, and beer;
+    Thanking you heartily for my good cheer.
+
+    Quoth sir John Cockle, I'll pledge you a pottle,
+      Were it the best ale in Nottinghamshire:
+    But then, said our king, now I think of a thing;
+      Some of your lightfoot I would we had here.
+    Ho! ho! quoth Richard, full well I may say it,
+    'Tis knavery to eat it, and then to betray it.
+
+    Why art thou angry? quoth our king merrily;
+      In faith I take it now very unkind:
+    I thought thou wouldst pledge me in ale and wine heartily.
+      Quoth Dick, You are like to stay till I have din'd:
+    You feed us with twatling dishes so small;
+    Zounds, a black-pudding is better than all.
+
+    Thus in great merriment was the time wholly spent;
+      And then the ladies preparèd to dance.
+    Old Sir John Cockle, and Richard, incontinent
+      Unto their places the king did advance.
+    Here with the ladies such sport they did make,
+    The nobles with laughing did make their sides ache.
+
+    Many thanks for their pains did the king give them,
+      Asking young Richard then, if he would wed;
+    Among these ladies free, tell me which liketh thee?
+      Quoth he, Jugg Grumball, Sir, with the red head:
+    She's my love, she's my life, her will I wed;
+    She hath sworn I shall have her wedding bed.
+
+    Then sir John Cockle the king called unto him,
+      And of merry Sherwood made him o'erseer;
+    And gave him out of hand three hundred pound yearly:
+      Take heed now you steal no more of my deer:
+    And once a quarter let's here have your view;
+    And now, sir John Cockle, I bid you adieu.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[133] The king says this.
+
+[134] Ale and roasted apples.
+
+[135] For good luck.
+
+[136] Strutted.
+
+
+
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+
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 336px;">
+<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="336" height="500" alt="Cover" title="Cover" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="section_break"></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[Pg i]</a></span></p>
+
+<h1><span class="title_the_book">THE BOOK</span><br /><br />
+<span class="title_of">OF</span><br /><br />
+BRAVE OLD BALLADS.</h1>
+
+<p class="title_illustrated">Illustrated with Sixteen Coloured Engravings,</p>
+
+<p class="title_from_drawings">FROM DRAWINGS BY JOHN GILBERT.</p>
+
+
+<p class="title_quote">"<em>I never heard the old song of Percie and Douglas, that I found not
+my heart moved more than with a trumpet.</em>"&mdash;<span class="person_name">Sir Philip Sidney.</span></p>
+
+<p class="title_publisher">LONDON:<br />
+<span class="title_pub_name">WARD, LOCK, AND TYLER,</span><br />
+<span class="title_pub_location">WARWICK HOUSE, PATERNOSTER ROW.</span></p>
+
+
+
+<div class="section_break"></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[Pg ii]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="printer">LONDON:<br />
+<span class="printer_name">PRINTED BY J. OGDEN AND CO.,</span><br />
+172, ST. JOHN STREET, E.C.</p>
+
+
+
+<div class="section_break"></div>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 402px;"><a name="Illustration_FRONTISPIECE" id="Illustration_FRONTISPIECE"></a>
+<img src="images/frolicsome.jpg" width="402" height="500" alt="THE FROLICSOME DUKE, OR THE TINKER&#39;S GOOD FORTUNE." title="THE FROLICSOME DUKE, OR THE TINKER&#39;S GOOD FORTUNE." />
+<span class="caption">THE FROLICSOME DUKE, OR THE TINKER&#39;S GOOD FORTUNE.</span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="section_break"></div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/contents_head.png" width="500" height="82" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<h2>CONTENTS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="toc">
+
+<p><span class="toc_page_head">PAGE</span><br /></p>
+
+<p class="toc_chapter">Robin Hood and Guy of Gisborne<span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="toc_chapter">The Childe of Elle<span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="toc_chapter">Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough, and William of Cloudesly&mdash;<br />
+<span class="toc_part">Part the First</span><span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></span><br />
+<span class="toc_part">Part the Second</span><span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_43">43</a></span><br />
+<span class="toc_part">Part the Third</span><span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="toc_chapter">Sir Lancelot du Lake<span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_74">74</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="toc_chapter">The Frolicksome Duke; or, The Tinker's Good Fortune<span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_82">82</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="toc_chapter">The more Modern Ballad of Chevy Chase<span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_89">89</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="toc_chapter">King Edward IV. and the Tanner of Tamworth<span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_106">106</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="toc_chapter">The Heir of Linne&mdash;<br />
+<span class="toc_part">Part the First</span><span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_118">118</a></span><br />
+<span class="toc_part">Part the Second</span><span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_124">124</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="toc_chapter">Sir Andrew Barton&mdash;<br />
+<span class="toc_part">Part the First</span><span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_133">133</a></span><br />
+<span class="toc_part">Part the Second</span><span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_142">142</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="toc_chapter">Brave Lord Willoughbey<span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_155">155</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="toc_chapter">King John and the Abbot of Canterbury<span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_162">162</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="toc_chapter">Robin Hood and the Curtal Friar<span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_170">170</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="toc_chapter">Robin Hood and Allen-a-Dale<span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_181">181</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="toc_chapter">Valentine and Ursine&mdash;<br />
+<span class="toc_part">Part the First</span><span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_188">188</a></span><br />
+<span class="toc_part">Part the Second</span><span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_198">198</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="toc_chapter">The King and the Miller of Mansfield&mdash;<br />
+<span class="toc_part">Part the First</span><span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_214">214</a></span><br />
+<span class="toc_part">Part the Second</span><span class="toc_page"><a href="#Page_222">222</a></span></p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/contents_tail.png" width="250" height="65" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="section_break"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/loi_head.png" width="500" height="76" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a name="ILLUSTRATIONS" id="ILLUSTRATIONS"></a>ILLUSTRATIONS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="loi">
+
+<p><span class="loi_page_head">PAGE</span><br /></p>
+
+<p class="loi_chapter">1. Sir Guy of Gisborne.<br />
+<span class="loi_quote">He took Sir Guy's head by the hair,</span><br />
+<span class="loi_quote">And stuck it upon his bow's end</span><span class="loi_page"><a href="#Illustration_GISBORNE">11</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="loi_chapter">2. The Childe of Elle.<br />
+<span class="loi_quote">Pardon, my lord and father dear,</span><br />
+<span class="loi_quote">This fair young knight and me</span><span class="loi_page"><a href="#Illustration_CHILDE">28</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="loi_chapter">3. Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough, &amp;c.<br />
+<span class="loi_quote">Cloudesly bent a right good bow,</span><br />
+<span class="loi_quote">That was of a trusty tree</span><span class="loi_page"><a href="#Illustration_CLOUDESLY">36</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="loi_chapter">4. <span class="loi_quote_no_chap">They kneeled down without hindrance,</span><br />
+<span class="loi_quote">And each held up his hand</span><span class="loi_page"><a href="#Illustration_ADAM_BELL">60</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="loi_chapter">5. Sir Lancelot Du Lake.<br />
+<span class="loi_quote">She brought him to a river side</span><br />
+<span class="loi_quote">And also to a tree</span><span class="loi_page"><a href="#Illustration_LANCELOT">76</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="loi_chapter">6. The Frolicksome Duke. (<span class="loi_frontispiece"><a href="#Illustration_FRONTISPIECE">Frontispiece.</a></span>)<br />
+<span class="loi_quote">Now he lay something late, in his rich bed of state,</span><br />
+<span class="loi_quote">Till at last knights and squires, they on him did wait</span><span class="loi_page"><a href="#Illustration_FROLICSOME">84</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="loi_chapter">7. Chevy Chase.<br />
+<span class="loi_quote">Then leaving life, Earl Percy took</span><br />
+<span class="loi_quote">The dead man by the hand</span><span class="loi_page"><a href="#Illustration_CHEVY_CHASE">99</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="loi_chapter">8. King Edward and the Tanner.<br />
+<span class="loi_quote">The tanner he pull'd, the tanner he sweat,</span><br />
+<span class="loi_quote">And held by the pummel fast</span><span class="loi_page"><a href="#Illustration_EDWARD">114</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="loi_chapter">9. The Heir of Linne.<br />
+<span class="loi_quote">And he pull'd forth three bags of gold,</span><br />
+<span class="loi_quote">And laid them down upon the board</span><span class="loi_page"><a href="#Illustration_HEIR">130</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="loi_chapter">10. Sir Andrew Barton.<br />
+<span class="loi_quote">They boarded then his noble ship,</span><br />
+<span class="loi_quote">They boarded it with might and main</span><span class="loi_page"><a href="#Illustration_BARTON">150</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="loi_chapter">11. The Brave Lord Willoughbey.<br />
+<span class="loi_quote">They kneeled on the ground,</span><br />
+<span class="loi_quote">And praised God devoutly</span><span class="loi_page"><a href="#Illustration_WILLOUGHBY">157</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="loi_chapter">12. The Abbot of Canterbury.<br />
+<span class="loi_quote">Then home rode the abbot of comfort so cold,</span><br />
+<span class="loi_quote">And he met his shepherd a going to fold</span><span class="loi_page"><a href="#Illustration_KING_JOHN">165</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="loi_chapter">13. Robin Hood and the Curtal Friar.<br />
+<span class="loi_quote">The friar took Robin Hood on his back,</span><br />
+<span class="loi_quote">Deep water he did bestride</span><span class="loi_page"><a href="#Illustration_FRIAR">174</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="loi_chapter">14. The Marriage of Allen-a-Dale.<br />
+<span class="loi_quote">He ask'd them seven times in the church,</span><br />
+<span class="loi_quote">Lest three times should not be enough</span><span class="loi_page"><a href="#Illustration_MARRIAGE">187</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="loi_chapter">15. Valentine and Ursine.<br />
+<span class="loi_quote">And kneeling down upon his knee,</span><br />
+<span class="loi_quote">Presents him to the king</span><span class="loi_page"><a href="#Illustration_VALENTINE">197</a></span></p>
+
+<p class="loi_chapter">16. The Miller of Mansfield.<br />
+<span class="loi_quote">Well, quo' the miller's wife, young man, ye're welcome here;</span><br />
+<span class="loi_quote">And, though I say it, well lodg&egrave;d shall be</span><span class="loi_page"><a href="#Illustration_MILLER">218</a></span></p>
+
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/loi_tail.png" width="250" height="71" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="section_break"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_BOYS_BOOK_OF_BALLADS" id="THE_BOYS_BOOK_OF_BALLADS"></a><span class="title_the_boys">THE BOY'S</span><br />
+BOOK OF BALLADS.</h2>
+
+<h3>Robin Hood and Guy of Gisborne.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 481px;">
+<img src="images/chap1_title.png" width="481" height="35" alt="Robin Hood and Guy of Gisborne." title="Robin Hood and Guy of Gisborne." />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 47px;">
+<img src="images/drop_w.png" width="47" height="50" alt="W" title="W" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="droppedcap">W</span>hen shaws<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> be sheen,<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> and swards full fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And leaves both large and long,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is merry walking in the fair forest<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To hear the small birds' song.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The woodweel<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> sang, and would not cease,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sitting upon the spray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So loud, he wakened Robin Hood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the greenwood where he lay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span><span class="i0">Now by my faith, said jolly Robin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A sweaven<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> I had this night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I dreamt me of two wight<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> yeomen<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That fast with me can fight.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Methought they did me beat and bind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And took my bow me fro';<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If I be Robin alive in this land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll be wroken<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> on them two.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sweavens are swift, master, quoth John,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As the wind that blows o'er a hill;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For if it be never so loud this night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To-morrow it may be still.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Busk ye, bowne<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> ye, my merry men all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And John shall go with me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I'll go seek yon wight yeomen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the greenwood where they be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span><span class="i0">Then they cast on their gowns of green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And took their bows each one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they away to the green for&egrave;st,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A shooting forth are gone;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Until they came to the merry greenwood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where they had gladdest be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There were they aware of a wight yeoman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His body leaned to a tree.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A sword and a dagger he wore by his side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of many a man the bane;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he was clad in his capull<a name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> hide<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Top and tail and mane.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Stand you still, master, quoth Little John,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Under this tree so green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I will go to yon wight yeoman<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To know what he doth mean.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah! John, by me thou settest no store,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And that I fairly find;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How oft send I my men before,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And tarry myself behind?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It is no cunning a knave to ken,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An<a name="FNanchor_9_9" id="FNanchor_9_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> a man but hear him speak;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An it were not for bursting of my bow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">John, I thy head would break.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As often words they breeden bale,<a name="FNanchor_10_10" id="FNanchor_10_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So they parted, Robin and John;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And John is gone to Barnesdale:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The gates<a name="FNanchor_11_11" id="FNanchor_11_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> he knoweth each one.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when he came to Barnesdale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Great heaviness there he had,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For he found two of his own fellows<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were slain both in a glade.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span><span class="i0">And Scarlett he was flying a-foot<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fast over stock and stone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the proud sheriff with seven score men<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fast after him is gone.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One shot now I will shoot, quoth John,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">(With Christe his might and main;)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll make yon fellow that flies so fast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To stop he shall be fain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then John bent up his long bende-bow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And fettled<a name="FNanchor_12_12" id="FNanchor_12_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> him to shoot:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bow was made of tender bough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And fell down to his foot.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Woe worth, woe worth thee, wicked wood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That ere thou grew on a tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For now this day thou art my bale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My boote<a name="FNanchor_13_13" id="FNanchor_13_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> when thou shouldst be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span><span class="i0">His shoot it was but loosely shot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet flew not the arrow in vain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For it met one of the sheriff's men,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good William-a-Trent was slain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It had been better for William-a-Trent<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To have been a-bed with sorrow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than to be that day in the greenwood glade<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To meet with Little John's arrow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But as it is said, when men be met,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Five can do more than three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sheriff hath taken Little John,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bound him fast to a tree.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou shalt be drawn by dale and down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And hang'd high on a hill.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But thou mayst fail of thy purpose, quoth John,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If it be Christe his will.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Let us leave talking of Little John,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And think of Robin Hood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How he is gone to the wight yeoman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where under the leaves he stood.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Good morrow, good fellow, said Robin so fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good morrow, good fellow, quoth he:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Methinks by this bow thou bear'st in thy hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A good archer thou shouldst be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I am wilful<a name="FNanchor_14_14" id="FNanchor_14_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> of my way, quo' the yeoman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And of my morning tide.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll lead thee through the wood, said Robin;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good fellow, I'll be thy guide.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I seek an outlaw, the stranger said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Men call him Robin Hood;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rather I'd meet with that proud outlaw<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Than forty pounds so good.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now come with me, thou wighty yeoman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Robin thou soon shalt see:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But first let us some pastime find<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Under the greenwood tree.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">First let us some mastery make<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Among the woods so even,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We may chance to meet with Robin Hood<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Here at some unset<a name="FNanchor_15_15" id="FNanchor_15_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> steven.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They cut them down two summer shoggs,<a name="FNanchor_16_16" id="FNanchor_16_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That grew both under a briar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And set them threescore rod, in twain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To shoot the pricks<a name="FNanchor_17_17" id="FNanchor_17_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> y-fere.<a name="FNanchor_18_18" id="FNanchor_18_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lead on, good fellow, quoth Robin Hood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lead on, I do bid thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nay by my faith, good fellow, he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My leader thou shalt be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span><span class="i0">The first time Robin shot at the prick,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He miss'd but an inch it fro';<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The yeoman he was an archer good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But he could never shoot so.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The second shoot had the wighty yeoman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He shot within the garl&agrave;nd;<a name="FNanchor_19_19" id="FNanchor_19_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Robin he shot far better than he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For he clave the good prick-wand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A blessing upon thy heart, he said;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good fellow, thy shooting is good;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For an thy heart be as good as thy hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou wert better than Robin Hood.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now tell me thy name, good fellow, said he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Under the leaves of lyne.<a name="FNanchor_20_20" id="FNanchor_20_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nay, by my faith, quoth bold Robin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till thou have told me thine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span><span class="i0">I dwell by dale and down, quoth he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Robin to take I'm sworn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when I am called by my right name,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I am Guy of good Gisb&ograve;rne.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My dwelling is in this wood, says Robin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By thee I set right nought:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I am Robin Hood of Barn&egrave;sdale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whom thou so long hast sought.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He that had neither been kith nor kin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Might have seen a full fair sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see how together these yeomen went<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With blades both brown and bright.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To see how these yeomen together they fought<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Two hours of a summer's day:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet neither Robin Hood nor sir Guy<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Them fettled to fly away.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 396px;"><a name="Illustration_GISBORNE" id="Illustration_GISBORNE"></a>
+<img src="images/gisborne.jpg" width="396" height="500" alt="ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE." title="ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE." />
+<span class="caption">ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Robin was reachles<a name="FNanchor_21_21" id="FNanchor_21_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> of a root,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And stumbled at that tide;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Guy was quick and nimble withal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And hit him o'er the left side.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah dear Lady, said Robin Hood, thou,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou art both mother and may',<a name="FNanchor_22_22" id="FNanchor_22_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I think it was never man's destiny<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To die before his day.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Robin thought on our Lady dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And soon leapt up again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And straight he came with a backward stroke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he sir Guy hath slain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He took sir Guy's head by the hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And stuck it upon his bow's-end:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou hast been a traitor all thy life,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which thing must have an end.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span><span class="i0">Robin pull'd forth an Irish knife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And nick'd sir Guy in the face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That he was never o' woman born,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Could tell whose head it was.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Says, Lie there, lie there now, sir Guy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And with me be not wroth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If thou have had the worst strokes at my hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou shalt have the better cloth.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Robin did off his gown of green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And on sir Guy did throw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he put on that capull hide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That clad him top to toe.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The bow, the arrows, and little horn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now with me I will bear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I will away to Barn&egrave;sdale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To see how my men do fare.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Robin Hood set Guy's horn to his mouth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a loud blast in it did blow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That beheard the sheriff of Nottingham,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As he leaned under a lowe.<a name="FNanchor_23_23" id="FNanchor_23_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_23" class="fnanchor">[23]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hearken, hearken, said the sheriff,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I hear now tidings good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For yonder I hear sir Guy's horn blow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he hath slain Robin Hood.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yonder I hear sir Guy's horn blow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It blows so well in tide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And yonder comes that wighty yeoman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Clad in his capull hide.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come hither, come hither, thou good sir Guy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ask what thou wilt of me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O I will none of thy gold, said Robin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor I will none of thy fee.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But now I have slain the master, he says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let me go strike the knave;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For this is all the reward I ask;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor no other will I have.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou art a madman, said the sheriff,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou shouldst have had a knight's fee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But seeing thy asking hath been so bad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Well granted it shall be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Little John heard his master speak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Well knew he it was his steven:<a name="FNanchor_24_24" id="FNanchor_24_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_24" class="fnanchor">[24]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now shall I be loosed, quoth Little John,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With Christe his might in heaven.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fast Robin he hied him to Little John,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He thought to loose him belive;<a name="FNanchor_25_25" id="FNanchor_25_25"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_25" class="fnanchor">[25]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sheriff and all his company<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fast after him did drive.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span><span class="i0">Stand back, stand back, said Robin;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Why draw you me so near?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It was never the use in our country,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">One's shrift another should hear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But Robin pull'd forth an Irish knife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And loosed John hand and foot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And gave him sir Guy's bow into his hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bade it be his boote.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then John he took Guy's bow in his hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His bolts and arrows each one:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the sheriff saw Little John bend his bow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He fettled him to be gone.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Towards his house in Nottingham town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He fled full fast away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so did all the company:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Not one behind would stay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">But he could neither run so fast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor away so fast could ride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Little John with an arrow so broad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He shot him into the back-side.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 119px;">
+<img src="images/chap1_tail.png" width="119" height="150" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> Woods.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> Shining.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> A kind of thrush.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> Dream.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> Strong.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> Revenged.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> Make ready.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_8" id="Footnote_8_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> Horse-hide.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_9" id="Footnote_9_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> If.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_10" id="Footnote_10_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> Mischief.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_11" id="Footnote_11_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> Ways.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_12" id="Footnote_12_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> Made ready.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_13" id="Footnote_13_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> Help.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_14" id="Footnote_14_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_14"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> Missing.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_15" id="Footnote_15_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_15"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> Unexpectedly.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_16" id="Footnote_16_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_16"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> Twigs.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_17" id="Footnote_17_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_17"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> Marks.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_18" id="Footnote_18_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_18"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> Together.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_19" id="Footnote_19_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_19"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> A ring round the prick.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_20" id="Footnote_20_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_20"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> Lime.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_21" id="Footnote_21_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_21"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> Careless.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_22" id="Footnote_22_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_22"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> Maid.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_23" id="Footnote_23_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_23"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> Little hill.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_24" id="Footnote_24_24"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_24"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> Voice.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_25" id="Footnote_25_25"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_25"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> Immediately.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="section_break"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/chap2_head.png" width="500" height="85" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>The Childe[26] of Elle.</h3>
+
+<p class="figcenter">
+<span class="figcenter" style="width: 148px;">
+<img src="images/chap2_titlea.png" width="148" height="35" alt="The Childe" title="The Childe of Elle." />
+</span>
+<span class="heading_footnote"><a name="FNanchor_26_26" id="FNanchor_26_26"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_26" class="fnanchor">[26]</a></span>
+<span class="figcenter" style="width: 100px;">
+<img src="images/chap2_titleb.png" width="100" height="35" alt="of Elle." title="The Childe of Elle." />
+</span>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 46px;">
+<img src="images/drop_o.png" width="46" height="50" alt="O" title="O" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="droppedcap">O</span>n yonder hill a castle stands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With walls and towers bedight,<a name="FNanchor_27_27" id="FNanchor_27_27"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_27" class="fnanchor">[27]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And yonder lives the Childe of Elle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A young and comely knight.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Childe of Elle to his garden went,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And stood at his garden-pale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When, lo! he beheld fair Emmeline's page<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come tripping down the dale.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Childe of Elle he hied him thence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wist he stood not still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And soon he met fair Emmeline's page<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come climbing up the hill.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span><span class="i0">Now Christe thee save, thou little foot-page,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now Christe thee save and see!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh tell me how does thy lady gay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And what may thy tidings be?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My lady she is all woe-begone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the tears they fall from her eyne;<a name="FNanchor_28_28" id="FNanchor_28_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_28" class="fnanchor">[28]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And aye she laments the deadly feud<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Between her house and thine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And here she sends thee a silken scarf<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bedewed with many a tear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bids thee sometimes think on her,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who lov&egrave;d thee so dear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And here she sends thee a ring of gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The last boon thou may'st have,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bids thee wear it for her sake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When she is laid in grave.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For, ah! her gentle heart is broke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And in grave soon must she be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For her father hath chose her a new love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And forbid her to think of thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Her father hath brought her a carlish<a name="FNanchor_29_29" id="FNanchor_29_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_29" class="fnanchor">[29]</a> knight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sir John of the north countrey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And within three days she must him wed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or he vows he will her slay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now hie thee back, thou little foot-page,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And greet thy lady from me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tell her that I, her own true love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Will die, or set her free.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now hie thee back, thou little foot-page,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And let thy fair lady know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This night will I be at her bower-window,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Betide me weal or woe.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The boy he tripped, the boy he ran,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He neither stint<a name="FNanchor_30_30" id="FNanchor_30_30"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_30" class="fnanchor">[30]</a> nor stay'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until he came to fair Emmeline's bower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When, kneeling down, he said,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O lady, I've been with thine own true love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he greets thee well by me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This night will he be at thy bower-window,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And die or set thee free.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now day was gone, and night was come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all were fast asleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All save the lady Emmeline,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who sate in her bower to weep:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And soon she heard her true love's voice<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Low whispering at the wall;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Awake, awake, my dear lady,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Tis I, thy true love, call.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Awake, awake, my lady dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come, mount this fair palfrey:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This ladder of ropes will let thee down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll carry thee hence away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now nay, now nay, thou gentle knight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now nay, this may not be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For aye should I tint<a name="FNanchor_31_31" id="FNanchor_31_31"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_31" class="fnanchor">[31]</a> my maiden fame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If alone I should wend<a name="FNanchor_32_32" id="FNanchor_32_32"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_32" class="fnanchor">[32]</a> with thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O lady, thou with a knight so true<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">May'st safely wend alone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To my lady mother I will thee bring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where marriage shall make us one.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My father he is a baron bold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of lineage proud and high;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what would he say if his daughter<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Away with a knight should fly?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span><span class="i0">Ah! well I wot, he never would rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor his meat should do him no good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till he had slain thee, Childe of Elle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And seen thy dear heart's blood.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O lady, wert thou in thy saddle set,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a little space him fro',<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I would not care for thy cruel father,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor the worst that he could do.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O lady, wert thou in thy saddle set,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And once without this wall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I would not care for thy cruel father,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor the worst that might befall.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fair Emmeline sighed, fair Emmeline wept,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And aye her heart was woe:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At length he seized her lily-white hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And down the ladder he drew:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And thrice he clasped her to his breast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And kissed her tenderly:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tears that fell from her fair eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ran like the fountain free.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He mounted himself on his steed so tall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And her on a fair palfrey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And slung his bugle about his neck,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And roundly they rode away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All this beheard her own damsel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In her bed wherein she lay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quoth she, My lord shall know of this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So I shall have gold and fee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Awake, awake, thou baron bold!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Awake, my noble dame!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your daughter is fled with the Childe of Elle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To do the deed of shame.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The baron he woke, the baron he rose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And called his merry men all:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And come thou forth, Sir John the knight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy lady is carried to thrall.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fair Emmeline scarce had ridden a mile,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A mile forth of the town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When she was aware of her father's men<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come galloping over the down:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And foremost came the carlish knight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sir John of the north countrey:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now stop, now stop, thou false traitor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor carry that lady away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For she is come of high lineage,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And was of a lady born,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ill it beseems thee, a false churl's son,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To carry her hence to scorn.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Now loud thou liest, Sir John the knight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now thou dost lie of me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A knight me got, and a lady me bore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So never did none by thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But light now down, my lady fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Light down, and hold my steed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While I and this discourteous knight<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Do try this arduous deed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But light now down, my dear lady,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Light down, and hold my horse;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While I and this discourteous knight<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Do try our valour's force.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fair Emmeline sighed, fair Emmeline<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And aye her heart was woe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While 'twixt her love and the carlish knight<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Past many a baleful blow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The Childe of Elle he fought so well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As his weapon he waved amain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That soon he had slain the carlish knight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And laid him upon the plain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And now the baron and all his men<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Full fast approached nigh:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah! what may lady Emmeline do!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Twere now no boote<a name="FNanchor_33_33" id="FNanchor_33_33"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_33" class="fnanchor">[33]</a> to fly.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Her lover he put his horn to his mouth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And blew both loud and shrill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And soon he saw his own merry men<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come riding over the hill.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now hold thy hand, thou bold baron,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I pray thee, hold thy hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor ruthless rend two gentle hearts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fast knit in true love's band.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thy daughter I have dearly loved<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Full long and many a day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But with such love as holy kirk<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hath freely said we may.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O give consent she may be mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bless a faithful pair:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My lands and livings are not small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My house and lineage fair:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My mother she was an earl's daughter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a noble knight my sire&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The baron he frowned, and turned away<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With mickle<a name="FNanchor_34_34" id="FNanchor_34_34"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_34" class="fnanchor">[34]</a> dole and ire.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fair Emmeline sighed, fair Emmeline wept,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And did all trembling stand:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At length she sprang upon her knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And held his lifted hand.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pardon, my lord and father dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This fair young knight and me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trust me, but for the carlish knight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I never had fled from thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oft have you called your Emmeline<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your darling and your joy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O let not then your harsh resolves<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your Emmeline destroy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The baron he stroked his dark-brown cheek,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And turned his head aside<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To wipe away the starting tear<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He proudly strove to hide.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In deep revolving thought he stood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And mused a little space:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then raised fair Emmeline from the ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With many a fond embrace.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 392px;"><a name="Illustration_CHILDE" id="Illustration_CHILDE"></a>
+<img src="images/childe.jpg" width="392" height="500" alt="THE CHILD OF ELLE." title="THE CHILD OF ELLE." />
+<span class="caption">THE CHILD OF ELLE.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here, take her, Childe of Elle, he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And gave her lily hand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here, take my dear and only child,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And with her half my land:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thy father once mine honour wronged<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In days of youthful pride;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do thou the injury repair<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In fondness for thy bride.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And as thou love her, and hold her dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Heaven prosper thee and thine:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now my blessing wend wi' thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My lovely Emmeline.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/chap2_tail.png" width="250" height="70" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_26" id="Footnote_26_26"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_26"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> Knight.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_27_27" id="Footnote_27_27"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_27"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> Bedeck'd.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_28_28" id="Footnote_28_28"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_28"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> Eyes.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_29_29" id="Footnote_29_29"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_29"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> Churlish.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_30_30" id="Footnote_30_30"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_30"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> Stopped.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_31_31" id="Footnote_31_31"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_31"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> Lose.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_32_32" id="Footnote_32_32"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_32"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> Go.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_33_33" id="Footnote_33_33"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33_33"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> Good.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_34_34" id="Footnote_34_34"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34_34"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> Much grief.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="section_break"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/chap3_head.png" width="500" height="107" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough,[35] and William of Cloudesly.</h3>
+
+<p class="figcenter">
+<span class="figcenter" style="width: 439px;">
+<img src="images/chap3_titlea.png" width="439" height="35" alt="Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough," title="Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough, and William of Cloudesly." />
+</span>
+<span class="heading_footnote"><a name="FNanchor_35_35" id="FNanchor_35_35"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_35" class="fnanchor">[35]</a>&nbsp;</span>
+<span class="figcenter" style="width: 43px;">
+<img src="images/chap3_titleb.png" width="43" height="35" alt="and" title="Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough, and William of Cloudesly." />
+</span>
+</p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 294px;">
+<img src="images/chap3_titlec.png" width="294" height="35" alt="William of Cloudesly." title="Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough, and William of Cloudesly." />
+</div>
+
+
+<h4>PART THE FIRST.</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 46px;">
+<img src="images/drop_m.png" width="46" height="50" alt="M" title="M" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="droppedcap">M</span>erry it was in the green for&egrave;st<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Among the leav&egrave;s green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wherein men hunt east and west<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With bows and arrows keen;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To raise the deer out of their den;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Such sights hath oft been seen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As by three yeomen of the north countr&egrave;y,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By them it is I mean.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The one of them hight<a name="FNanchor_36_36" id="FNanchor_36_36"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_36" class="fnanchor">[36]</a> Adam Bell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The other Clym of the Clough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The third was William of Cloudesly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An archer good enough.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They were outlawed for venison,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">These yeomen everyone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They swore together upon a day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To English wood to be gone.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now lithe and listen, gentlemen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That of mirth loveth to hear:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Two of them were single men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The third had a wedded fere.<a name="FNanchor_37_37" id="FNanchor_37_37"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_37" class="fnanchor">[37]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">William was the wedded man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Much more then was his care:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He said to his brethren upon a day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To Carlisle he would fare,<a name="FNanchor_38_38" id="FNanchor_38_38"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_38" class="fnanchor">[38]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span><span class="i0">For to speak with fair Alice his wife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And with his children three.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By my troth, said Adam Bell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Not by the counsel of me:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For if ye go to Carlisle, brother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And from this wild wood wend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If that the justice should you take,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your life were at an end.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If that I come not to-morrow, brother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By pryme<a name="FNanchor_39_39" id="FNanchor_39_39"></a><a href="#Footnote_39_39" class="fnanchor">[39]</a> to you again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trust you then that I am taken<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or else that I am slain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He took his leave of his brethren two,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to Carlisle he is gone:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There he knock'd at his own window<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shortly and anon.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Where be you, fair Alice, he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My wife and children three?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lightly let in thine own husb&agrave;nd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">William of Cloudesly.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Alas! then said fair Alice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sighed wondrous sore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This place hath been beset for you<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This half a year and more.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now am I here, said Cloudesly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I would that in I were:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now fetch us meat and drink enough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And let us make good cheer.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She fetched him meat and drink plenty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like a true wedded wife;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pleased him with that she had,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whom she loved as her life.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">There lay an old wife in that place,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A little beside the fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which William had found of charity<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">More than seven year.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Up she rose, and forth she goes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Evil may she speed therefore;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For she had set no foot on ground<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In seven year before.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She went unto the justice hall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As fast as she could hie:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This night, she said, is come to town<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">William of Cloudesly.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thereat the justice was full fayne,<a name="FNanchor_40_40" id="FNanchor_40_40"></a><a href="#Footnote_40_40" class="fnanchor">[40]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And so was the sheriff also:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou shalt not travel hither, dame, for nought;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy meed thou shalt have ere thou go.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They gave to her a right good gown<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of scarlet, and of grain:<a name="FNanchor_41_41" id="FNanchor_41_41"></a><a href="#Footnote_41_41" class="fnanchor">[41]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She took the gift, and home she went,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And couched her down again.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They raised the town of merry Carlisle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In all the haste they can;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And came thronging to William's house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As fast as they might ran.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There they beset that good yeom&agrave;n<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Round about on every side:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">William heard great noise of folks<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That thither-ward fast hied.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Alice opened a back wind&ograve;w<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And looked all about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She was 'ware of the justice and sheriff both,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And with them a great rout.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Alas! treason, cried Alice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ever woe may thou be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Go into my chamber, husband, she said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sweet William of Cloudesly.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He took his sword and his buckler,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His bow and his children three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And went into his strongest chamber,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where he thought surest to be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fair Alice, like a lover true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Took a pollaxe in her hand:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said, He shall die that cometh in<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This door, while I may stand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cloudesly bent a right good bow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That was of a trusty tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He smote the justice on the breast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That his arrow burst in three.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 417px;"><a name="Illustration_CLOUDESLY" id="Illustration_CLOUDESLY"></a>
+<img src="images/cloudesly.jpg" width="417" height="500" alt="WILLIAM OF CLOUDESLY." title="" />
+<span class="caption">WILLIAM OF CLOUDESLY.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A curse on his heart, said William,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This day thy coat put on!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If it had been no better than mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That had gone near thy bone.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yield thee, Cloudesly, said the justice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thy bow and thy arrows thee fro'.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A curse on his heart, said fair Alice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That my husband counselleth so.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Set fire on the house, said the sheriff,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Since it will no better be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And burn we therein William, he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His wife and children three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They fired the house in many a place,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The fire flew up on high:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alas! then cried fair Alice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I see we here shall die.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">William opened a back window,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That was in his chamber hi',<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there with sheets he did let down<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His wife and children three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Have you here my treasure, said William,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My wife and my children three:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Christ's love do them no harm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But wreak you all on me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">William shot so wondrous well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till his arrows were all ago',<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the fire so fast upon him fell<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That his bowstring burnt in two.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The sparkles burnt and fell upon<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good William of Cloudesly:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then was he a woeful man, and said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This is a coward's death to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Liever had I, said William,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With my sword in the route to run,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than here among mine enemies wode<a name="FNanchor_42_42" id="FNanchor_42_42"></a><a href="#Footnote_42_42" class="fnanchor">[42]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thus cruelly to burn.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He took his sword and his buckler,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And among them all he ran:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the people were most in prece,<a name="FNanchor_43_43" id="FNanchor_43_43"></a><a href="#Footnote_43_43" class="fnanchor">[43]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He smote down many a man.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There might no man abide his strokes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So fiercely on them he ran:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then they threw windows, and doors on him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And so took that good yeom&agrave;n.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There they him bound both hand and foot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And in deep dungeon him cast:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now Cloudesly, said the justice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou shalt be hanged in haste.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span><span class="i0">A pair of new gallows, said the sheriff,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now shall I for thee make;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the gates of Carlisle shall be shut:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No man shall come in thereat.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then shall not help Clym of the Clough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor yet shall Adam Bell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though they came with a thousand more,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor all the devils in hell.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Early in the morning the justice uprose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the gates first gan he to gon',<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And commanded to be shut full close<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lightly every one.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then went he to the market place,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As fast as he could hie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There a pair of new gallows he set up<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beside the pillory.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">A little boy among them asked,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What meaneth that gallows-tree?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They said to hang a good yeoman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Called William of Cloudesly.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That little boy was the town swine-herd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And kept fair Alice's swine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oft he had seen William in the wood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And given him there to dine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He went out at a crevice in the wall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And lightly to the wood did gon';<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There met he with these wight yeomen<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shortly and anon.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Alas! then said that little boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ye tarry here all too long;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cloudesly is taken, and dampned<a name="FNanchor_44_44" id="FNanchor_44_44"></a><a href="#Footnote_44_44" class="fnanchor">[44]</a> to death,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All ready for to hong.<a name="FNanchor_45_45" id="FNanchor_45_45"></a><a href="#Footnote_45_45" class="fnanchor">[45]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span><span class="i0">Alas! then said good Adam Bell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That ever we see this day!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He had better with us have tarried,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So oft as we did him pray.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He might have dwelt in green forest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Under the shadows green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And have kept both him and us at rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Out of all trouble and teen.<a name="FNanchor_46_46" id="FNanchor_46_46"></a><a href="#Footnote_46_46" class="fnanchor">[46]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Adam bent a right good bow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A great hart soon he had slain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take that, child, he said, to thy dinner,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bring me mine arrow again.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now go we hence, said these wight yeomen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tarry we no longer here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We shall him borrow<a name="FNanchor_47_47" id="FNanchor_47_47"></a><a href="#Footnote_47_47" class="fnanchor">[47]</a> by God his grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though we buy it full dear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span><span class="i0">To Carlisle went these bold yeomen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All in the morning of May.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here is a <span class="fyt">FYT</span><a name="FNanchor_48_48" id="FNanchor_48_48"></a><a href="#Footnote_48_48" class="fnanchor">[48]</a> of Cloudesly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And another is for to say.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<h4>PART THE SECOND.</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 45px;">
+<img src="images/drop_a.png" width="45" height="50" alt="A" title="A" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="droppedcap">A</span>nd when they came to merry Carlisle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All in the morning tide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They found the gates shut them against<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">About on every side.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Alas! then said good Adam Bell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That ever we were made men!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These gates he shut so wondrous fast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We may not come therein.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then bespake him Clym of the Clough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a wile we will us in bring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let us say we be messengers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Straight come now from our king.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Adam said, I have a letter written,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now let us wisely work,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We will say we have the king's seal;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I hold the porter no clerk.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Adam Bell beat on the gates<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With strokes great and strong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The porter marvelled who was there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to the gates he throng.<a name="FNanchor_49_49" id="FNanchor_49_49"></a><a href="#Footnote_49_49" class="fnanchor">[49]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who is there now, said the porter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That maketh all this knocking?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We be two messengers, quoth Clym of the Clough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Be come right from our king.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We have a letter, said Adam Bell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the justice we must it bring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let us in our message to do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That we may again to the king.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here cometh none in, said the porter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By him that died on a tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till a false thief be hanged up,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Called William of Cloudesly.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then spake the good yeoman, Clym of the Clough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And swore by Mary free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if that we stand long without,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like a thief hanged thou shalt be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lo! here we have the king's seal:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What, Lurden,<a name="FNanchor_50_50" id="FNanchor_50_50"></a><a href="#Footnote_50_50" class="fnanchor">[50]</a> art thou wood?<a name="FNanchor_51_51" id="FNanchor_51_51"></a><a href="#Footnote_51_51" class="fnanchor">[51]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The porter thought it had been so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And lightly did off his hood.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span><span class="i0">Welcome is my lord's seal, he said;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For that ye shall come in.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He opened the gate full shortly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An evil opening for him.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now are we in, said Adam Bell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whereof we are full fain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Christ he knowes, that harrowed hell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How we shall come out again.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Had we the keys, said Clym of the Clough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Right well then should we speed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then might we come out well enough<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When we see time and need.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They called the porter to counsel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wrung his neck in two,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And cast him in a deep dungeon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And took his keys him fro'.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Now am I porter, said Adam Bell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">See, brother, the keys are here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The worst porter to merry Carlisle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That they had this hundred year.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And now will we our bows bend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Into the town will we go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to deliver our dear brother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That lyeth in care and woe.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then they bent their good yew bows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And looked their strings were round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The market place in merry Carlisle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They beset that stound.<a name="FNanchor_52_52" id="FNanchor_52_52"></a><a href="#Footnote_52_52" class="fnanchor">[52]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And, as they looked them beside,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A pair of new gallows they see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the justice with a quest of squires,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Had judged William hanged to be.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And Cloudesly lay ready there in a cart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fast bound both foot and hand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a strong rope about his neck,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All ready for to hang.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The justice called to him a lad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cloudesly's clothes he should have,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To take the measure of that yeoman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thereafter to make his grave.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have seen as great marvel, said Cloudesly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As between this and pryme,<a name="FNanchor_53_53" id="FNanchor_53_53"></a><a href="#Footnote_53_53" class="fnanchor">[53]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He that maketh a grave for me<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Himself may lie therein.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou speakest proudly, said the justice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I will thee hang with my hand.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Full well heard this his brethren two,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There still as they did stand.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Cloudesly cast his eyes aside,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And saw his brethren twain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At a corner of the market place,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ready the justice for to slain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I see comfort, said Cloudesly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet hope I well to fare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If I might have my hands at will<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Right little would I care.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then spake good Adam Bell<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To Clym of the Clough so free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brother, see you mark the justice well;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lo! yonder you may him see:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And at the sheriff shoot I will<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Strongly with arrow keen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A better shot in merry Carlisle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This seven year was not seen.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">They loosed their arrows both at once,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of no man had they dread;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The one hit the justice, the other the sheriff,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That both their sides 'gan bleed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All men 'voided, that them stood nigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When the justice fell to the ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the sheriff nigh him by;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Either had his death's wound.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All the citizens fast began to fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They durst no longer abide:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There lightly they loosed Cloudesly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where he with ropes lay tied.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">William start to an officer of the town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His axe from his hand he wrung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On each side he smote them down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He thought he tarried too long.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">William said to his brethren two,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This day let us live and die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If ever you have need, as I have now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The same shall you find by me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They shot so well in that tide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their strings were of silk full sure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That they kept the streets on every side;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That battle did long endure.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They fought together as brethren true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like hardy men and bold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many a man to the ground they threw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And many a heart made cold.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when their arrows were all gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Men pressed to them full fast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They drew their swords then anon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And their bows from them cast.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">They went lightly on their way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With swords and bucklers round;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By that it was mid of the day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They made many a wound.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was many an out-horn<a name="FNanchor_54_54" id="FNanchor_54_54"></a><a href="#Footnote_54_54" class="fnanchor">[54]</a> in Carlisle blown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the bells backward did ring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many a woman said, Alas!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And many their hands did wring.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The mayor of Carlisle forth was come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With him a full great rout:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These yeomen dreaded him full sore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of their lives they stood in doubt.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The mayor came armed at full great pace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a pollaxe in his hand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many a strong man with him was,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There in that stowre<a name="FNanchor_55_55" id="FNanchor_55_55"></a><a href="#Footnote_55_55" class="fnanchor">[55]</a> to stand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span><span class="i0">The mayor smote at Cloudesly with his bill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His buckler he burst in two,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Full many a yeoman with great evil,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Alas! Treason they cried for woe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Keep well the gates fast, they bade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That these traitors thereout not go.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But all for nought was that they wrought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For so fast they down were laid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till they all three, that so manfully fought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were gotten without, abroad.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Have here your keys, said Adam Bell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mine office I here forsake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if you do by my counsel<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A new porter do ye make.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">He threw their keys at their heads,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bade them well to thrive,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all that letteth<a name="FNanchor_56_56" id="FNanchor_56_56"></a><a href="#Footnote_56_56" class="fnanchor">[56]</a> any good yeoman<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To come and comfort his wife.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus be these good yeomen gone to the wood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And lightly, as leaf on lynde;<a name="FNanchor_57_57" id="FNanchor_57_57"></a><a href="#Footnote_57_57" class="fnanchor">[57]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To laugh and be merry in their mood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their enemies were far behind.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when they came to English wood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Under the trusty tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There they found bows full good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And arrows full great plenty.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So God me help, said Adam Bell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Clym of the Clough so free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I would we were in merry Carlisle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Before that fair meynye.<a name="FNanchor_58_58" id="FNanchor_58_58"></a><a href="#Footnote_58_58" class="fnanchor">[58]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span><span class="i0">They sate them down, and made good cheer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And ate and drank full well.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A second <span class="fyt">FYT</span> of the wighty yeomen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Another I will you tell.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<h4>PART THE THIRD.</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 45px;">
+<img src="images/drop_a.png" width="45" height="50" alt="A" title="A" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="droppedcap">A</span>s they sat in the merry green wood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Under the green-wood tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They thought they heard a woman weep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But her they mought<a name="FNanchor_59_59" id="FNanchor_59_59"></a><a href="#Footnote_59_59" class="fnanchor">[59]</a> not see.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sore then sighed the fair Alice:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That ever I saw this day!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For now is my dear husband slain:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Alas! and well-a-way!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Might I have spoken to his dear brethren,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or with either of them twain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To show to them what him befell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My heart were out of pain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cloudesly walked a little beside,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He looked under the green-wood lynde;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was aware of his wife, and children three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Full woe in heart and mind.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Welcome, wife, then said William,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Under this trusty tree:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I had ween'd yesterday, by sweet saint John,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou shouldst me never have see.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now well is me that ye be here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My heart is out of woe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dame, he said, be merry and glad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thank my brethren two.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Hereof to speak, said Adam Bell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I think it is no boot:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The meat, that we must sup withal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It runneth yet fast on foot.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then went they down into a lawn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">These noble archers all three;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each of them slew a hart of grease,<a name="FNanchor_60_60" id="FNanchor_60_60"></a><a href="#Footnote_60_60" class="fnanchor">[60]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The best that they could see.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Have here the best, Alice my wife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Said William of Cloudesly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because ye so boldly stood by me<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When I was slain full nigh.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then went they all into supper<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With such meat as they had;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thanked God of their fortune:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They were both merry and glad.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when they all had supped well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Certainly without lease,<a name="FNanchor_61_61" id="FNanchor_61_61"></a><a href="#Footnote_61_61" class="fnanchor">[61]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cloudesly said, We will to our king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To get us a charter of peace.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Alice shall be at our sojourning<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In a nunnery here beside;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My two sons shall with her go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there they shall abide.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Mine eldest son shall go with me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For him have you no care:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he shall bring you word again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How that we do fare.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus be these yeomen to London gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As fast as they might hie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till they came to the king's palace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where they would needs be.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when they came to the king's court,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Unto the palace gate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of no man would they ask no leave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But boldly went in thereat.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They pressed prestly<a name="FNanchor_62_62" id="FNanchor_62_62"></a><a href="#Footnote_62_62" class="fnanchor">[62]</a> into the hall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of no man had they dread:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The porter came after, and did them call,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And with them began to chide.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The usher said, Yeoman, what would ye have?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I pray you tell to me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You might thus make officers shent:<a name="FNanchor_63_63" id="FNanchor_63_63"></a><a href="#Footnote_63_63" class="fnanchor">[63]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good sirs, of whence be ye?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sir, we be outlaws of the forest<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Certainly without lease;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hither we be come to our king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To get us a charter of peace.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span><span class="i0">And when they came before the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As it was the law of the land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They kneeled down without hindrance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And each held up his hand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They said, Lord, we beseech thee here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That you will grant us grace;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For we have slain your fat fallow deer<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In many a sundry place.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What be your names, then said our king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Anon that you tell me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They said, Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And William of Cloudesly.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Be ye those thieves, then said our king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That men have told of to me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here to God I make a vow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ye shall be hanged all three.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 402px;"><a name="Illustration_ADAM_BELL" id="Illustration_ADAM_BELL"></a>
+<img src="images/adambell.jpg" width="402" height="500" alt="ADAM BELL AND CLYM OF THE CLOUGH." title="ADAM BELL AND CLYM OF THE CLOUGH." />
+<span class="caption">ADAM BELL AND CLYM OF THE CLOUGH.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ye shall be dead without mercy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As I am king of this land.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He commanded his officers everyone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fast on them to lay hand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There they took these good yeomen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And arrested them all three:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So may I thrive, said Adam Bell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This game liketh not me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But, good lord, we beseech you now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That ye grant us grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Insomuch as freely to you we come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As freely we may from you pass,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With such weapons as we have here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till we be out of your place;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if we live this hundred year,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We will ask you no grace.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye speak proudly, said the king;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ye shall be hanged all three.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That were great pity, then said the queen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If any grace might be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My lord, when I came first into this land<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To be your wedded wife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The first boon that I would ask,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ye would grant it me belyfe:<a name="FNanchor_64_64" id="FNanchor_64_64"></a><a href="#Footnote_64_64" class="fnanchor">[64]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And I never asked none till now;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Therefore, good lord, grant it me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now ask it, madam, said the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And granted it shall be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then, good my lord, I you beseech,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">These yeomen grant ye me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Madame, ye might have asked a boon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That should have been worth them all three.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ye might have asked towers and towns,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Parks and forests plenty.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">None so pleasant to my liking, she said;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor none so lefe<a name="FNanchor_65_65" id="FNanchor_65_65"></a><a href="#Footnote_65_65" class="fnanchor">[65]</a> to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Madame, since it is your desire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your asking granted shall be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I had lever<a name="FNanchor_66_66" id="FNanchor_66_66"></a><a href="#Footnote_66_66" class="fnanchor">[66]</a> have given you<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good market towns three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The queen she was a glad woman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And said, Lord, gramercy:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I dare undertake for them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That true men shall they be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But, good my lord, speak some merry word,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That comfort they may see.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I grant you grace, then said our king;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wash, fellows, and to meat go ye.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span><span class="i0">They had not setten but a while<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Certain, without lesynge,<a name="FNanchor_67_67" id="FNanchor_67_67"></a><a href="#Footnote_67_67" class="fnanchor">[67]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There came messengers out of the north<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With letters to our king.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when they came before the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They knelt down on their knee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And said, Lord, your officers greet you well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of Carlisle, in the north country.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How fareth my justice, said the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And my sheriff also?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sir, they be slain, without lesynge,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And many an officer mo'.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who hath them slain, said the king;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Anon thou tell to me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Adam Bell, and Clym of the Clough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And William of Cloudesly.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Alas for ruth! then said our king:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My heart is wondrous sore;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I had rather than a thousand pound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I had known of this before;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For I have granted them grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And that forthinketh me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But had I known all this before,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They had been hanged all three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The king he opened the letter anon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Himself he read it thro',<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And found how these outlaws had slain<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Three hundred men and mo':<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">First the justice, and the sheriff,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the mayor of Carlisle town;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all the constables and catchpolls<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Alive were scarce left one:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The baillies, and the beadles both,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the sergeants of the law,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And forty foresters of the fee,<a name="FNanchor_68_68" id="FNanchor_68_68"></a><a href="#Footnote_68_68" class="fnanchor">[68]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">These outlaws had yslaw.<a name="FNanchor_69_69" id="FNanchor_69_69"></a><a href="#Footnote_69_69" class="fnanchor">[69]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And broke his parks, and slain his deer;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of all they chose the best;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such perilous outlaws, as they were,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Walked not by east nor west.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the king this letter had read,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In his heart he sighed sore:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take up the tables anon he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For I may eat no more.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The king called his best archers<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the butts with him to go:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will see these fellows shoot, he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the north have wrought this woe.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span><span class="i0">The king's bowmen buske<a name="FNanchor_70_70" id="FNanchor_70_70"></a><a href="#Footnote_70_70" class="fnanchor">[70]</a> them blyve,<a name="FNanchor_71_71" id="FNanchor_71_71"></a><a href="#Footnote_71_71" class="fnanchor">[71]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the queen's archers also;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So did these three wighty yeomen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With them they thought to go.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There twice or thrice they shot about<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For to assay their hand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There was no shot these yeomen shot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That any prick might stand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then spake William of Cloudesly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By Him that for me died,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I hold him never no good archer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That shooteth at butts so wide.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At what a butt now would you shoot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I pray thee tell to me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At such a butt, sir, he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As men use in my country.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span><span class="i0">William went into a field,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And with him his two brethren:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There they set up two hazel rods<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Twenty score paces between.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I hold him an archer, said Cloudesly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That yonder wand cleaveth in two.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here is none such, said the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor none that can so do.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I shall assay, sir, said Cloudesly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or that I farther go.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cloudesly with a bearyng<a name="FNanchor_72_72" id="FNanchor_72_72"></a><a href="#Footnote_72_72" class="fnanchor">[72]</a> arrow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Clave the wand in two.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou art the best archer, then said the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For sooth that ever I see.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And yet for your love, said William,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I will do more mastery.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have a son is seven year old,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He is to me full dear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will him tie to a stake;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All shall see, that be here;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And lay an apple upon his head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And go six score pace him fro',<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I myself with a broad arrow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shall cleave the apple in two.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now haste thee, then said the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By Him that died on a tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if thou do not as thou hast said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hanged shalt thou be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">An thou touch his head or gown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In sight that men may see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By all the saints that be in heaven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I shall hang you all three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">That I have promised, said William,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That I will never forsake.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there even before the king<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the earth he drove a stake:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And bound thereto his eldest son,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bade him stand still thereat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And turned the child's face him from,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Because he should not start.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">An apple upon his head he set,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And then his bow he bent:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Six score paces they were meaten,<a name="FNanchor_73_73" id="FNanchor_73_73"></a><a href="#Footnote_73_73" class="fnanchor">[73]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thither Cloudesly went.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There he drew out a fair broad arrow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His bow was great and long,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He set that arrow in his bow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That was both stiff and strong.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He prayed the people that were there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That they all still would stand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For he that shooteth for such a wager,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Behoveth a stedfast hand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Much people prayed for Cloudesly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That his life saved might be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when he made him ready to shoot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There was many a weeping ee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But Cloudesly cleft the apple in two,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His son he did not nee.<a name="FNanchor_74_74" id="FNanchor_74_74"></a><a href="#Footnote_74_74" class="fnanchor">[74]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over Gods forebode,<a name="FNanchor_75_75" id="FNanchor_75_75"></a><a href="#Footnote_75_75" class="fnanchor">[75]</a> said the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That thou should shoot at me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I give thee eighteen pence a day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And my bow shalt thou bear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And over all the north country<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I make thee chief ranger.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span><span class="i0">And I thirteen pence a day, said the queen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By God, and by my fa';<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come fetch thy payment when thou wilt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No man shall say thee nay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">William, I make thee a gentleman<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of clothing, and of fee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thy two brethren, yeomen of my chamber,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For they are so seemly to see.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Your son, for he is tender of age,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of my wine-cellar he shall be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when he cometh to man's estate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Better advanced shall he be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And, William, bring to me your wife, said the queen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Me longeth her sore to see:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She shall be my chief gentlewoman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To govern my nursery.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The yeomen thanked them courteously.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To some bishop will we wend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all the sins that we have done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To be assoyld<a name="FNanchor_76_76" id="FNanchor_76_76"></a><a href="#Footnote_76_76" class="fnanchor">[76]</a> at his hand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So forth be gone these good yeomen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As fast as they might he;<a name="FNanchor_77_77" id="FNanchor_77_77"></a><a href="#Footnote_77_77" class="fnanchor">[77]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And after came and dwelled with the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And died good men all three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus ended the lives of these good yeomen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">God send them eternal bliss.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all, that with a hand-bow shooteth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That of heaven they never miss. Amen.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_35_35" id="Footnote_35_35"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35_35"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> Clem (Clement) of the cliff.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_36_36" id="Footnote_36_36"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36_36"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> Called.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_37_37" id="Footnote_37_37"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37_37"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> Mate.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_38_38" id="Footnote_38_38"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38_38"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> Pass.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_39_39" id="Footnote_39_39"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39_39"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> Noon.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_40_40" id="Footnote_40_40"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40_40"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> Glad.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_41_41" id="Footnote_41_41"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41_41"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> Red.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_42_42" id="Footnote_42_42"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42_42"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> Wild.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_43_43" id="Footnote_43_43"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43_43"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> Pressed.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_44_44" id="Footnote_44_44"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44_44"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> Condemned.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_45_45" id="Footnote_45_45"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45_45"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> Hang.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_46_46" id="Footnote_46_46"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46_46"><span class="label">[46]</span></a> Sorrow.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_47_47" id="Footnote_47_47"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47_47"><span class="label">[47]</span></a> Redeem.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_48_48" id="Footnote_48_48"></a><a href="#FNanchor_48_48"><span class="label">[48]</span></a> Part of a song.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_49_49" id="Footnote_49_49"></a><a href="#FNanchor_49_49"><span class="label">[49]</span></a> Hastened.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_50_50" id="Footnote_50_50"></a><a href="#FNanchor_50_50"><span class="label">[50]</span></a> Sluggard.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_51_51" id="Footnote_51_51"></a><a href="#FNanchor_51_51"><span class="label">[51]</span></a> Mad.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_52_52" id="Footnote_52_52"></a><a href="#FNanchor_52_52"><span class="label">[52]</span></a> Time.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_53_53" id="Footnote_53_53"></a><a href="#FNanchor_53_53"><span class="label">[53]</span></a> Noon.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_54_54" id="Footnote_54_54"></a><a href="#FNanchor_54_54"><span class="label">[54]</span></a> Summons to arms.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_55_55" id="Footnote_55_55"></a><a href="#FNanchor_55_55"><span class="label">[55]</span></a> Fight.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_56_56" id="Footnote_56_56"></a><a href="#FNanchor_56_56"><span class="label">[56]</span></a> Hindereth.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_57_57" id="Footnote_57_57"></a><a href="#FNanchor_57_57"><span class="label">[57]</span></a> Lime-tree.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_58_58" id="Footnote_58_58"></a><a href="#FNanchor_58_58"><span class="label">[58]</span></a> Company.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_59_59" id="Footnote_59_59"></a><a href="#FNanchor_59_59"><span class="label">[59]</span></a> Might for could.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_60_60" id="Footnote_60_60"></a><a href="#FNanchor_60_60"><span class="label">[60]</span></a> Fat hart.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_61_61" id="Footnote_61_61"></a><a href="#FNanchor_61_61"><span class="label">[61]</span></a> Lies.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_62_62" id="Footnote_62_62"></a><a href="#FNanchor_62_62"><span class="label">[62]</span></a> Quickly.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_63_63" id="Footnote_63_63"></a><a href="#FNanchor_63_63"><span class="label">[63]</span></a> Disgraced.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_64_64" id="Footnote_64_64"></a><a href="#FNanchor_64_64"><span class="label">[64]</span></a> Immediately.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_65_65" id="Footnote_65_65"></a><a href="#FNanchor_65_65"><span class="label">[65]</span></a> Dear.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_66_66" id="Footnote_66_66"></a><a href="#FNanchor_66_66"><span class="label">[66]</span></a> Rather.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_67_67" id="Footnote_67_67"></a><a href="#FNanchor_67_67"><span class="label">[67]</span></a> Lies.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_68_68" id="Footnote_68_68"></a><a href="#FNanchor_68_68"><span class="label">[68]</span></a> The King's foresters.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_69_69" id="Footnote_69_69"></a><a href="#FNanchor_69_69"><span class="label">[69]</span></a> Slain.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_70_70" id="Footnote_70_70"></a><a href="#FNanchor_70_70"><span class="label">[70]</span></a> Dress.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_71_71" id="Footnote_71_71"></a><a href="#FNanchor_71_71"><span class="label">[71]</span></a> Instantly.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_72_72" id="Footnote_72_72"></a><a href="#FNanchor_72_72"><span class="label">[72]</span></a> An arrow that flies well.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_73_73" id="Footnote_73_73"></a><a href="#FNanchor_73_73"><span class="label">[73]</span></a> Measured.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_74_74" id="Footnote_74_74"></a><a href="#FNanchor_74_74"><span class="label">[74]</span></a> Nigh.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_75_75" id="Footnote_75_75"></a><a href="#FNanchor_75_75"><span class="label">[75]</span></a> God forbid.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_76_76" id="Footnote_76_76"></a><a href="#FNanchor_76_76"><span class="label">[76]</span></a> Absolved.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_77_77" id="Footnote_77_77"></a><a href="#FNanchor_77_77"><span class="label">[77]</span></a> Hie.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="section_break"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/chap4_head.png" width="500" height="96" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>Sir Lancelot du Lake.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 329px;">
+<img src="images/chap4_title.png" width="329" height="35" alt="Sir Lancelot du Lake." title="Sir Lancelot du Lake." />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 47px;">
+<img src="images/drop_w.png" width="47" height="50" alt="W" title="W" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="droppedcap">W</span>hen Arthur first in court began,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And was approved king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By force of arms great victories won,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And conquest home did bring.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then into England straight he came<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With fifty good and able<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Knights, that resorted unto him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And were of his round table:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And he had jousts and tournaments,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whereto were many prest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wherein some knights did far excell<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And far surmount the rest.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">But one, Sir Lancelot du Lake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who was approved well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He for his deeds and feats of arms,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All others did excell.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When he had rested him a while,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In play, and game, and sport,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He said he would go prove himself<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In some adventurous sort.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He armed rode in forest wide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And met a damsel fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who told him of adventures great,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whereto he gave good ear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Such would I find, quoth Lancelot:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For that cause came I hither.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou seem'st, quoth she, a knight full good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I will bring thee thither,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Whereas a mighty knight doth dwell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That now is of great fame:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Therefore tell me what wight thou art,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And what may be thy name.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My name is Lancelot du Lake.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Quoth she, it likes me then:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here dwells a knight who never was<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet matcht with any man:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who has in prison threescore knights<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And four, that he did wound;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Knights of king Arthur's court they be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And of his table round.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She brought him to a river side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And also to a tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whereon a copper bason hung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And many shields to see.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 401px;"><a name="Illustration_LANCELOT" id="Illustration_LANCELOT"></a>
+<img src="images/lancelot.jpg" width="401" height="500" alt="SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE." title="SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE." />
+<span class="caption">SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He struck so hard, the bason broke;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Tarquin soon he spied:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who drove a horse before him fast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whereon a knight lay tied.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sir knight, then said Sir Lancelot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bring me that horse-load hither,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lay him down, and let him rest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We'll try our force together:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For, as I understand, thou hast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So far as thou art able,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Done great despite and shame unto<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The knights of the Round Table.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If thou be of the Table Round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Quoth Tarquin speedily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both thee and all thy fellowship<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I utterly defy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">That's over much, quoth Lancelot, though,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Defend thee by and by.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They set their spears unto their steeds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And each at other fly.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They couched their spears, (their horses ran,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As though there had been thunder)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And struck them each immidst their shields,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wherewith they broke in sunder.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Their horses' backs brake under them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The knights were both astound:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To avoid their horses they make haste<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And light upon the ground.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They took them to their shields full fast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their swords they drew out then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With mighty strokes most eagerly<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Each at the other ran.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">They wounded were, and bled full sore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For both for breath did stand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And leaning on their swords awhile,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Quoth Tarquin, Hold thy hand,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And tell to me what I shall ask.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Say on, quoth Lancelot tho.<a name="FNanchor_78_78" id="FNanchor_78_78"></a><a href="#Footnote_78_78" class="fnanchor">[78]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou art, quoth Tarquin, the best knight<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That ever I did know;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And like a knight, that I did hate:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So that thou be not he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will deliver all the rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And eke accord with thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That is well said, quoth Lancelot;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But since it must be so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What knight is that thou hatest thus?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I pray thee to me show.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His name is Lancelot du Lake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He slew my brother dear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Him I suspect of all the rest:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I would I had him here.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thy wish thou hast, but yet unknown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I am Lancelot du Lake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now knight of Arthur's Table Round;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">King Haud's son, of Schuwake;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And I desire thee do thy worst.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ho, ho, quoth Tarquin tho,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One of us two shall end our lives<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Before that we do go.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If thou be Lancelot du Lake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then welcome shalt thou be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wherefore see thou thyself defend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For now defy I thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">They buckled then together so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like unto wild boars rashing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with their swords and shields they ran<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At one another slashing:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The ground besprinkled was with blood:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tarquin began to yield;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For he gave back for weariness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And low did bear his shield.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This soon Sir Lancelot espied,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He leapt upon him then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He pull'd him down upon his knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And rushing<a name="FNanchor_79_79" id="FNanchor_79_79"></a><a href="#Footnote_79_79" class="fnanchor">[79]</a> off his helm,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Forthwith he struck his neck in two,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And, when he had so done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From prison threescore knights and four<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Delivered every one.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_78_78" id="Footnote_78_78"></a><a href="#FNanchor_78_78"><span class="label">[78]</span></a> Then.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_79_79" id="Footnote_79_79"></a><a href="#FNanchor_79_79"><span class="label">[79]</span></a> Tearing.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="section_break"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/chap5_head.png" width="500" height="101" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>The Frolicksome Duke; or, The Tinker's Good Fortune.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 574px;">
+<img src="images/chap5_titlea.png" width="574" height="35" alt="The Frolicksome Duke; or, The Tinker&#39;s" title="The Frolicksome Duke; or, The Tinker&#39;s Good Fortune." />
+</div>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 191px;">
+<img src="images/chap5_titleb.png" width="191" height="35" alt="Good Fortune." title="The Frolicksome Duke; or, The Tinker&#39;s Good Fortune." />
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 46px;">
+<img src="images/drop_n.png" width="46" height="50" alt="N" title="N" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="droppedcap">N</span>ow as fame does report, a young duke keeps a court,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One that pleases his fancy with frolicksome sport:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But amongst all the rest, here is one I protest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which will make you to smile when you hear the true jest:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A poor tinker he found, lying drunk on the ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As secure in a sleep as if laid in a swound.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The duke said to his men, William, Richard, and Ben,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take him home to my palace, we'll sport with him then.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er a horse he was laid, and with care soon convey'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the palace, altho' he was poorly array'd:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then they stript off his clothes, both his shirt, shoes, and hose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they put him to bed for to take his repose.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Having pull'd off his shirt, which was all over dirt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They did give him clean holland, this was no great hurt:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On a bed of soft down, like a lord of renown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They did lay him to sleep the drink out of his crown.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the morning when day, then admiring he lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to see the rich chamber both gaudy and gay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Now he lay something late, in his rich bed of state,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till at last knights and squires, they on him did wait;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the chamberlain bare,<a name="FNanchor_80_80" id="FNanchor_80_80"></a><a href="#Footnote_80_80" class="fnanchor">[80]</a> then did likewise declare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He desir'd to know what apparel he'd wear:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The poor tinker amaz'd, on the gentleman gaz'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And admired<a name="FNanchor_81_81" id="FNanchor_81_81"></a><a href="#Footnote_81_81" class="fnanchor">[81]</a> how he to this honour was rais'd.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 402px;"><a name="Illustration_FROLICSOME" id="Illustration_FROLICSOME"></a>
+<img src="images/frolicsome.jpg" width="402" height="500" alt="THE FROLICSOME DUKE, OR THE TINKER&#39;S GOOD FORTUNE." title="THE FROLICSOME DUKE, OR THE TINKER&#39;S GOOD FORTUNE." />
+<span class="caption">THE FROLICSOME DUKE, OR THE TINKER&#39;S GOOD FORTUNE.</span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tho' he seem'd something mute, yet he chose a rich suit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which he straitways put on without longer dispute;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a star on his side, which the tinker oft ey'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And it seem'd for to swell him no little with pride;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">For he said to himself, Where is Joan my sweet wife?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sure she never did see me so fine in her life.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From a convenient place, the right duke his good grace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Did observe his behaviour in every case.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To a garden of state, on the tinker they wait,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trumpet sounding before him: thought he, this is great:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where an hour or two, pleasant walks he did view,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With commanders and squires in scarlet and blue.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A fine dinner was drest, both for him and his guests,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was plac'd at the table above all the rest,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">In a rich chair or bed, lin'd with fine crimson red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a rich golden canopy over his head:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As he sat at his meat, the music play'd sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the choicest of singing his joys to complete.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">While the tinker did dine, he had plenty of wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rich canary with sherry and tent superfine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like a right honest soul, faith, he took off his bowl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till at last he began for to tumble and roll<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From his chair to the floor, where he sleeping did snore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Being seven times drunker than ever before.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then the duke did ordain, they should strip him amain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And restore him his old leather garments again:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Twas a point next the worst, yet perform it they must,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they carried him strait, where they found him at first;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then he slept all the night, as indeed well he might;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when he did waken, his joys took their flight.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For his glory to him so pleasant did seem,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That he thought it to be but a mere golden dream;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till at length he was brought to the duke, where he sought<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For a pardon, as fearing he had set him at nought;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But his highness he said, Thou'rt a jolly bold blade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such a frolic before I think never was play'd.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Then his highness bespoke him a new suit and cloak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which he gave for the sake of this frolicksome joke;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nay, and five hundred pound, with ten acres of ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou shalt never, said he, range the countries around,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crying "old brass to mend," for I'll be thy good friend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nay, and Joan thy sweet wife shall my duchess attend.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then the tinker reply'd, What! must Joan my sweet bride<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be a lady in chariots of pleasure to ride?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Must we have gold and land ev'ry day at command?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then I shall be a squire I well understand:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well I thank your good grace, and your love I embrace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I was never before in so happy a case.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_80_80" id="Footnote_80_80"></a><a href="#FNanchor_80_80"><span class="label">[80]</span></a> Bare-headed.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_81_81" id="Footnote_81_81"></a><a href="#FNanchor_81_81"><span class="label">[81]</span></a> Wondered.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="section_break"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/chap6_head.png" width="500" height="106" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>The More Modern Ballad of Chevy Chase.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 565px;">
+<img src="images/chap6_title.png" width="565" height="35" alt="The More Modern Ballad of Chevy Chase." title="The More Modern Ballad of Chevy Chase." />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 45px;">
+<img src="images/drop_g.png" width="45" height="50" alt="G" title="G" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="dropppedcap">G</span>od prosper long our noble king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Our lives and safeties all;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A woful hunting once there did<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In Chevy Chase befall;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To drive the deer with hound and horn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Earl Percy took his way;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The child may rue that is unborn<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The hunting of that day.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The stout Earl of Northumberland<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A vow to God did make,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His pleasure in the Scottish woods<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Three summer days to take;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The chiefest harts in Chevy Chase<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To kill and bear away.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These tidings to Earl Douglas came,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In Scotland where he lay:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who sent Earl Percy present word,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He would prevent his sport.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The English earl, not fearing that,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Did to the woods resort<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With fifteen hundred bow-men bold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All chosen men of might,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who knew full well in time of need<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To aim their shafts aright.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To chase the fallow deer:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On Monday they began to hunt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ere day-light did appear;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And long before high noon they had<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An hundred fat bucks slain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then having din'd, the drovers went<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To rouse the deer again.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The bow-men mustered on the hills,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Well able to endure;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their backsides all, with special care,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That day were guarded sure.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The hounds ran swiftly through the woods,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The nimble deer to take,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That with their cries the hills and dales<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An echo shrill did make.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lord Percy to the quarry went,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To view the slaughter'd deer;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quoth he, Earl Douglas promis&egrave;d<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This day to meet me here:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">But if I thought he would not come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No longer would I stay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With that, a brave young gentleman<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thus to the earl did say:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lo, yonder doth Earl Douglas come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His men in armour bright;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Full twenty hundred Scottish spears<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All marching in our sight;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All men of pleasant Teviotdale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fast by the river Tweed:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O cease your sport, Earl Percy said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And take your bows with speed:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And now with me, my countrymen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your courage forth advance;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For never was there champion yet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In Scotland or in France,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">That ever did on horseback come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But if my hap it were,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I durst encounter man for man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With him to break a spear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Earl Douglas on his milk-white steed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Most like a baron bold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rode foremost of his company,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whose armour shone like gold.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Show me, said he, whose men you be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That hunt so boldly here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That, without my consent, do chase<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And kill my fallow-deer?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The man that first did answer make,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was noble Percy he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who said, We list not to declare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor show whose men we be:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet will we spend our dearest blood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy chiefest harts to slay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then Douglas swore a solemn oath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thus in rage did say,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ere thus will I out-braved be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">One of us two shall die:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know thee well, an earl thou art,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lord Percy; so am I.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But trust me, Percy, pity 'twere,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And great offence to kill<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Any of these our guiltless men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For they have done no ill.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let thou and I the battle try,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And set our men aside.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Accurst be he, Earl Percy said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By whom this is denied.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Then stept a gallant squire forth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Witherington was his name,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who said, I would not have it told<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To Henry our king for shame,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That e'er my captain fought on foot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I stood looking on.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You be two earls, said Witherington,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I a squire alone:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'll do the best that do I may,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While I have power to stand:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While I have power to wield my sword,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll fight with heart and hand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Our English archers bent their bows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their hearts were good and true;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At the first flight of arrows sent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Full four-score Scots they slew.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet bides Earl Douglas on the bent<a name="FNanchor_82_82" id="FNanchor_82_82"></a><a href="#Footnote_82_82" class="fnanchor">[82]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As Chieftain stout and good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As valiant Captain, all unmov'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The shock he firmly stood.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His host he parted had in three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As leader ware and try'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And soon his spearmen on their foes<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bore down on every side.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Throughout the English archery<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They dealt full many a wound:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But still our valiant Englishmen<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All firmly kept their ground:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And throwing straight their bows away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They grasp'd their swords so bright:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now sharp blows, a heavy shower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On shields and helmets light.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They clos'd full fast on every side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No slackness there was found;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And many a gallant gentleman<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lay gasping on the ground.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O Christ! it was a grief to see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And likewise for to hear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cries of men lying in their gore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And scattered here and there.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At last these two stout earls did meet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like captains of great might:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like lions wood,<a name="FNanchor_83_83" id="FNanchor_83_83"></a><a href="#Footnote_83_83" class="fnanchor">[83]</a> they laid on loud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And made a cruel fight:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They fought until they both did sweat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With swords of tempered steel;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until the blood, like drops of rain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They trickling down did feel.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yield thee, Lord Percy, Douglas said;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In faith I will thee bring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where thou shalt high advanced be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By James our Scottish king:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thy ransom I will freely give,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thus report of thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou art the most courageous knight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That ever I did see.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No, Douglas, quoth Earl Percy then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy proffer I do scorn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will not yield to any Scot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That ever yet was born.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With that, there came an arrow keen<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Out of an English bow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A deep and deadly blow:<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 402px;"><a name="Illustration_CHEVY_CHASE" id="Illustration_CHEVY_CHASE"></a>
+<img src="images/chevychase.jpg" width="402" height="500" alt="CHEVY CHASE. EARL PERCY, AND EARL DOUGLAS." title="CHEVY CHASE. EARL PERCY, AND EARL DOUGLAS." />
+<span class="caption">CHEVY CHASE. EARL PERCY, AND EARL DOUGLAS.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who never spake more words than these,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fight on, my merry men all;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For why, my life is at an end;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lord Percy sees my fall.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then leaving life, Earl Percy took<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The dead man by the hand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And said, Earl Douglas, for thy life<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Would I had lost my land.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O Christ! my very heart doth bleed<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With sorrow for thy sake;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For sure, a more renowned knight<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mischance could never take.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A knight amongst the Scots there was,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which saw Earl Douglas die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who straight in wrath did vow revenge<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon the Lord Percy:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Sir Hugh Montgomery was he call'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who, with a spear most bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well-mounted on a gallant steed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ran fiercely through the fight;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And past the English archers all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Without all dread or fear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And through Earl Percy's body then<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He thrust his hateful spear;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With such a vehement force and might<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He did his body gore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The staff went through the other side<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A large cloth-yard, and more.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So thus did both these nobles die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whose courage none could stain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An English archer then perceiv'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The noble earl was slain;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">He had a bow bent in his hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Made of a trusty tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An arrow of a cloth-yard long<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Up to the head drew he:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Against Sir Hugh Montgomery,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So right the shaft he set,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The grey goose-wing that was thereon<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In his heart's blood was wet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This fight did last from break of day<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till setting of the sun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For when they rung the evening bell,<a name="FNanchor_84_84" id="FNanchor_84_84"></a><a href="#Footnote_84_84" class="fnanchor">[84]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The battle scarce was done.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With brave Earl Percy, there was slain<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sir John of Egerton,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sir Robert Ratcliff, and Sir John,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sir James that bold Bar&ograve;n:<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And with Sir George and stout Sir James,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Both knights of good account,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Good Sir Ralph Raby there was slain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whose prowess did surmount.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For Witherington needs must I wail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As one in doleful dumps;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For when his legs were smitten off,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He fought upon his stumps.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And with Earl Douglas, there was slain<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sir Hugh Montgomery,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sir Charles Murray, that from the field<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">One foot would never flee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sir Charles Murray, of Ratcliff, too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His sister's son was he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sir David Lamb, so well esteem'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet saved could not be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And the Lord Maxwell in like case<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Did with Earl Douglas die:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of twenty hundred Scottish spears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Scarce fifty-five did fly.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of fifteen hundred Englishmen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Went home but fifty-three;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rest were slain in Chevy Chase,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Under the greenwood tree.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Next day did many widows come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their husbands to bewail;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They washed their wounds in brinish tears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But all would not prevail.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Their bodies, bathed in purple gore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They bare with them away:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They kiss'd them dead a thousand times,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ere they were clad in clay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">This news was brought to Edinburgh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where Scotland's king did reign,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That brave Earl Douglas suddenly<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was with an arrow slain:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O heavy news, King James did say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Scotland can witness be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I have not any captain more<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of such account as he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Like tidings to King Henry came,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Within as short a space,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That Percy of Northumberland<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was slain in Chevy Chase:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now God be with him, said our king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Since it will no better be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I trust I have, within my realm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Five hundred as good as he:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet shall not Scots nor Scotland say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But I will vengeance take:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll be revenged on them all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For brave Earl Percy's sake.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This vow full well the king perform'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">After, at Humbledown;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In one day, fifty knights were slain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With lords of great renown:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And of the rest, of small account,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Did many thousands die:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus endeth the hunting of Chevy Chase,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Made by the Earl Percy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God save our king, and bless this land<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In plenty, joy, and peace;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And grant henceforth, that foul debate<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Twixt noblemen may cease.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_82_82" id="Footnote_82_82"></a><a href="#FNanchor_82_82"><span class="label">[82]</span></a> Field.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_83_83" id="Footnote_83_83"></a><a href="#FNanchor_83_83"><span class="label">[83]</span></a> Wild.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_84_84" id="Footnote_84_84"></a><a href="#FNanchor_84_84"><span class="label">[84]</span></a> The curfew.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="section_break"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/chap7_head.png" width="500" height="100" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>King Edward the Fourth and the Tanner of Tamworth.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 602px;">
+<img src="images/chap7_titlea.png" width="602" height="35" alt="King Edward the Fourth and the Tanner of" title="King Edward the Fourth and the Tanner of Tamworth." />
+</div>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 138px;">
+<img src="images/chap7_titleb.png" width="138" height="35" alt="Tamworth." title="King Edward the Fourth and the Tanner of Tamworth." />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 45px;">
+<img src="images/drop_i.png" width="45" height="50" alt="I" title="I" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="droppedcap">I</span>n summer time, when leaves grow green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And blossoms bedeck the tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">King Edward would a hunting ride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some pastime for to see.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With hawk and hound he made him bowne,<a name="FNanchor_85_85" id="FNanchor_85_85"></a><a href="#Footnote_85_85" class="fnanchor">[85]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With horn, and eke with bow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To Drayton Basset he took his way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With all his lords in a row.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And he had ridden o'er dale and down<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By eight of clock in the day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he was 'ware of a bold tann&egrave;r,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come riding along the way.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A fair russet coat the tanner had on<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fast buttoned under his chin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And under him a good cow-hide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a mare of four shilling.<a name="FNanchor_86_86" id="FNanchor_86_86"></a><a href="#Footnote_86_86" class="fnanchor">[86]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now stand you still, my good lords all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Under the greenwood spray;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I will wend to yonder fellow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To weet<a name="FNanchor_87_87" id="FNanchor_87_87"></a><a href="#Footnote_87_87" class="fnanchor">[87]</a> what he will say.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God speed, God speed thee, said our king.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou art welcome, sir, said he.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The readiest way to Drayton Basset<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I pray thee to show to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To Drayton Basset wouldst thou go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fro' the place where thou dost stand?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The next pair of gallows thou comest unto,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Turn in upon thy right hand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span><span class="i0">That is an unready way, said our king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou dost but jest I see;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now show me out the nearest way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I pray thee wend with me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Away with a vengeance! quoth the tanner:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I hold thee out of thy wit:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All day have I ridden on Brock my mare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I am fasting yet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Go with me down to Drayton Basset,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No dainties we will spare;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All day shalt thou eat and drink of the best,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I will pay thy fare.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gramercy for nothing, the tanner replied,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou payest no fare of mine:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I trow I've more nobles in my purse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Than thou hast pence in thine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">God give thee joy of them, said the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And send them well to priefe.<a name="FNanchor_88_88" id="FNanchor_88_88"></a><a href="#Footnote_88_88" class="fnanchor">[88]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tanner would fain have been away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For he weened he had been a thief.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who art thou, he said, thou fine fell&ograve;w,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of thee I am in great fear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the clothes thou wearest upon thy back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Might beseem a lord to wear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I never stole them, quoth our king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I tell you, sir, by the rood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then thou playest, as many an unthrift doth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And standest in midst of thy good.<a name="FNanchor_89_89" id="FNanchor_89_89"></a><a href="#Footnote_89_89" class="fnanchor">[89]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What tidings hear you, said the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As you ride far and near?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I hear no tidings, sir, by the mass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But that cow-hides are dear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span><span class="i0">Cow-hides! cow-hides! what things are those?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I marvel what they be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What art thou a fool? the tanner replied;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I carry one under me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What craftsman art thou? said the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I pray thee tell me true.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I am a barker,<a name="FNanchor_90_90" id="FNanchor_90_90"></a><a href="#Footnote_90_90" class="fnanchor">[90]</a> sir, by my trade;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now tell me what art thou?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I am a poor courtier, sir, quoth he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That am forth of service worn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fain I would thy prentice be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy cunning for to learn.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Marry heaven forfend, the tanner replied,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That thou my prentice were:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou wouldst spend more good than I should win<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By forty shilling a year.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yet one thing would I, said our king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If thou wilt not seem strange:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though my horse be better than thy mare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet with thee I fain would change.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why if with me thou fain wilt change,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As change full well may we,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the faith of my body, thou proud fell&ograve;w,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I will have some boot of thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That were against reason, said the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I swear, so mote I thee:<a name="FNanchor_91_91" id="FNanchor_91_91"></a><a href="#Footnote_91_91" class="fnanchor">[91]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My horse is better than thy mare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And that thou well mayst see.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yea, sir, but Brock is gentle and mild,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And softly she will fare:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy horse is unruly and wild, I wiss;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Aye skipping here and there.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What boot wilt thou have? our king replied,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now tell me in this stound.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No pence, nor half-pence, by my faith,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But a noble in gold so round.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here's twenty groats of white money,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sith thou will have it of me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I would have sworn now, quoth the tanner,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou hadst not had one penny.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But since we two have made a change,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A change we must abide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Although thou hast gotten Brock my mare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou gettest not my cow-hide.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I will not have it, said the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I swear, so mote I thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy foul cow-hide I would not bear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If thou wouldst give it to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The tanner he took his good cow-hide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That of the cow was hilt;<a name="FNanchor_92_92" id="FNanchor_92_92"></a><a href="#Footnote_92_92" class="fnanchor">[92]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And threw it upon the king's saddle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That was so fairly gilt.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now help me up, thou fine fellow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Tis time that I were gone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I come home to Gyllian my wife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She'll say I am a gentleman.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the tanner he was in the king's saddle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And his foot in the stirrup was;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He marvelled greatly in his mind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whether it were gold or brass.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when his steed saw the cow's tail wag,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And eke the black cow-horn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He stamped, and stared, and away he ran,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As the devil had him borne.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The tanner he pulled, the tanner he sweat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And held by the pummel fast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At length the tanner came tumbling down;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His neck he had well-nigh brast.<a name="FNanchor_93_93" id="FNanchor_93_93"></a><a href="#Footnote_93_93" class="fnanchor">[93]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Take thy horse again with a vengeance, he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With me he shall not bide.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My horse would have borne thee well enough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But he knew not of thy cow-hide.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yet if again thou fain wouldst change,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As change full well may we,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the faith of my body, thou jolly tann&egrave;r,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I will have some boot of thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What boot wilt thou have, the tanner replied,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now tell me in this stound?<a name="FNanchor_94_94" id="FNanchor_94_94"></a><a href="#Footnote_94_94" class="fnanchor">[94]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No pence, nor half-pence, sir, by my faith,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But I will have twenty pound.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 403px;"><a name="Illustration_EDWARD" id="Illustration_EDWARD"></a>
+<img src="images/edward.jpg" width="403" height="500" alt="KING EDWARD IV. AND THE TANNER OF TAMWORTH." title="KING EDWARD IV. AND THE TANNER OF TAMWORTH." />
+<span class="caption">KING EDWARD IV. AND THE TANNER OF TAMWORTH.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here's twenty groats out of my purse;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And twenty I have of thine:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I have one more, which we will spend<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Together at the wine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The king set a bugle horn to his mouth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And blew both loud and shrill:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And soon came lords, and soon came knights,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fast riding over the hill.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now, out alas! the tanner he cried,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That ever I saw this day!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou art a strong thief, yon come thy fellows<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Will bear my cow-hide away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They are no thieves, the king replied,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I swear, so mote I thee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But they are the lords of the north country,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Here come to hunt with me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And soon before our king they came,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And knelt down on the ground:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then might the tanner have been away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He had lever<a name="FNanchor_95_95" id="FNanchor_95_95"></a><a href="#Footnote_95_95" class="fnanchor">[95]</a> than twenty pound.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A collar, a collar, here: said the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A collar he loud 'gan cry:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then would he lever than twenty pound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He had not been so nigh.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A collar, a collar, the tanner he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I trow it will breed sorrow:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">After a collar cometh a halter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I trow I shall be hang'd to-morrow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Be not afraid, tanner, said our king;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I tell thee, so mote I thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lo here I make thee the best esquire<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That is in the north country.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For Plumpton-park I will give thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With tenements fair beside:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis worth three hundred marks by the year,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To maintain thy good cow-hide.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gramercy, my liege, the tanner replied,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the favour thou hast me shown:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If ever thou comest to merry Tamw&ograve;rth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Neat's<a name="FNanchor_96_96" id="FNanchor_96_96"></a><a href="#Footnote_96_96" class="fnanchor">[96]</a> leather shall clout thy shoen.<a name="FNanchor_97_97" id="FNanchor_97_97"></a><a href="#Footnote_97_97" class="fnanchor">[97]</a><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/chap7_tail.png" width="250" height="92" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_85_85" id="Footnote_85_85"></a><a href="#FNanchor_85_85"><span class="label">[85]</span></a> Ready.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_86_86" id="Footnote_86_86"></a><a href="#FNanchor_86_86"><span class="label">[86]</span></a> A shilling was a large sum in those days.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_87_87" id="Footnote_87_87"></a><a href="#FNanchor_87_87"><span class="label">[87]</span></a> Know.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_88_88" id="Footnote_88_88"></a><a href="#FNanchor_88_88"><span class="label">[88]</span></a> Prove.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_89_89" id="Footnote_89_89"></a><a href="#FNanchor_89_89"><span class="label">[89]</span></a> <em>i.e.</em> Hast no other wealth but what thou carriest about
+thee.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_90_90" id="Footnote_90_90"></a><a href="#FNanchor_90_90"><span class="label">[90]</span></a> A dealer in bark.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_91_91" id="Footnote_91_91"></a><a href="#FNanchor_91_91"><span class="label">[91]</span></a> May I thrive.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_92_92" id="Footnote_92_92"></a><a href="#FNanchor_92_92"><span class="label">[92]</span></a> Flayed.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_93_93" id="Footnote_93_93"></a><a href="#FNanchor_93_93"><span class="label">[93]</span></a> Broken.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_94_94" id="Footnote_94_94"></a><a href="#FNanchor_94_94"><span class="label">[94]</span></a> Time.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_95_95" id="Footnote_95_95"></a><a href="#FNanchor_95_95"><span class="label">[95]</span></a> Rather.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_96_96" id="Footnote_96_96"></a><a href="#FNanchor_96_96"><span class="label">[96]</span></a> Cow's.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_97_97" id="Footnote_97_97"></a><a href="#FNanchor_97_97"><span class="label">[97]</span></a> Mend thy shoes.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="section_break"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/chap8_head.png" width="500" height="78" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>The Heir of Linne.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 315px;">
+<img src="images/chap8_title.png" width="315" height="35" alt="The Heir of Linne." title="The Heir of Linne." />
+</div>
+
+<h4>PART THE FIRST.</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 47px;">
+<img src="images/drop_l.png" width="47" height="50" alt="L" title="L" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="droppedcap">L</span>ithe<a name="FNanchor_98_98" id="FNanchor_98_98"></a><a href="#Footnote_98_98" class="fnanchor">[98]</a> and listen, gentlemen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To sing a song I will begin:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is of a lord of fair Scotland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which was the unthrifty heir of Linne.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His father was a right good lord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His mother a lady of high degree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But they, alas! were dead, him fro',<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he lov'd keeping company.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To spend the day with merry cheer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To drink and revel every night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To card and dice from eve to morn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It was, I ween, his heart's delight.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To ride, to run, to rant, to roar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To alway spend and never spare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know, an' it were the king himself,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of gold and fee he might be bare.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So fares the unthrifty lord of Linne<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till all his gold is gone and spent;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he maun sell his lands so broad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His house, and lands, and all his rent.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His father had a keen stew&agrave;rd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And John o' the Scales was called he:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But John is become a gentleman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And John has got both gold and fee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Says, Welcome, welcome, lord of Linne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let nought disturb thy merry cheer;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If thou wilt sell thy lands so broad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good store of gold I'll give thee here.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">My gold is gone, my money is spent;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My land now take it unto thee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give me the gold, good John o' the Scales,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thine for aye my land shall be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then John he did him to record draw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And John he cast him a gods-pennie;<a name="FNanchor_99_99" id="FNanchor_99_99"></a><a href="#Footnote_99_99" class="fnanchor">[99]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But for every pound that John agreed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The land, I wis, was well worth three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He told him the gold upon the board,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He was right glad his land to win;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The gold is thine, the land is mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And now I'll be the lord of Linne.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus he hath sold his land so broad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Both hill and holt,<a name="FNanchor_100_100" id="FNanchor_100_100"></a><a href="#Footnote_100_100" class="fnanchor">[100]</a> and moor and fen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All but a poor and lonesome lodge,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That stood far off in a lonely glen.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span><span class="i0">For so he to his father hight,<a name="FNanchor_101_101" id="FNanchor_101_101"></a><a href="#Footnote_101_101" class="fnanchor">[101]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My son, when I am gone, said he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then thou wilt spend thy land so broad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thou wilt spend thy gold so free:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But swear me now upon the cross,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That lonesome lodge thou'lt never spend;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For when all the world doth frown on thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou there shalt find a faithful friend.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The heir of Linne is full of gold:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And come with me, my friends, said he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let's drink, and rant, and merry make,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he that spares, ne'er mote he thee.<a name="FNanchor_102_102" id="FNanchor_102_102"></a><a href="#Footnote_102_102" class="fnanchor">[102]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They ranted, drank, and merry made,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till all his gold it waxed thin;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then his friends they slunk away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They left the unthrifty heir of Linne.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span><span class="i0">He had never a penny left in his purse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Never a penny left but three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And one was brass, another was lead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And another it was white mon&egrave;y.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now well-a-day, said the heir of Linne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now well-a-day, and woe is me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For when I was the lord of Linne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I never wanted gold nor fee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But many a trusty friend have I,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And why should I feel grief or care?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll borrow of them all by turns,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So need I not be never bare.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But one, I wis, was not at home;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Another had paid his gold away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Another called him thriftless loon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bade him sharply wend his way.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Now well-a-day, said the heir of Linne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now well-a-day, and woe is me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For when I had my lands so broad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On me they liv'd right merrily.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To beg my bread from door to door<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wis, it were a burning shame:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To rob and steal it were a sin:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To work my limbs I cannot frame.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now I'll away to lonesome lodge,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For there my father bade me wend;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When all the world should frown on me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I there should find a trusty friend.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></div></div>
+
+
+<h4>PART THE SECOND.</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 45px;">
+<img src="images/drop_a.png" width="45" height="50" alt="A" title="A" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="droppedcap">A</span>way then hied the heir of Linne<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O'er hill and holt, and moor and fen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until he came to lonesome lodge,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That stood so low in a lonely glen.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He looked up, he looked down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In hope some comfort for to win:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But bare and loathly were the walls.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Here's sorry cheer, quo' the heir of Linne.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The little window dim and dark<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was hung with ivy, brier, and yew;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No shimmering sun here ever shone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No wholesome breeze here ever blew.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">No chair nor table he mote spy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No cheerful hearth, no welcome bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nought save a rope with running noose<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That dangling hung up o'er his head.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And over it in broad lett&egrave;rs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">These words were written plain to see:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ah! graceless wretch, hast spent thine all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And brought thyself to penury?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"All this my boding mind misgave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I therefore left this trusty friend:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let it now shield thy foul disgrace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all thy shame and sorrows end."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sorely shent<a name="FNanchor_103_103" id="FNanchor_103_103"></a><a href="#Footnote_103_103" class="fnanchor">[103]</a> wi' this rebuke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sorely shent was the heir of Linne;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His heart, I wis, was near to burst<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With guilt and sorrow, shame and sin.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Never a word spake the heir of Linne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Never a word he spake but three:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This is a trusty friend indeed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And is right welcome unto me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then round his neck the cord he drew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sprang aloft with his body:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When lo! the ceiling burst in twain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to the ground came tumbling he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Astonished lay the heir of Linne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor knew if he were live or dead:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At length he looked, and saw a bill,<a name="FNanchor_104_104" id="FNanchor_104_104"></a><a href="#Footnote_104_104" class="fnanchor">[104]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And in it a key of gold so red.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He took the bill, and looked it on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Straight good comfort found he there:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It told him of a hole in the wall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In which there stood three chests in-fere.<a name="FNanchor_105_105" id="FNanchor_105_105"></a><a href="#Footnote_105_105" class="fnanchor">[105]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span><span class="i0">Two were full of the beaten gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The third was full of white mon&egrave;y;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And over them in broad lett&egrave;rs<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">These words were written so plain to see:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Once more, my son, I set thee clear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Amend thy life and follies past;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For but thou amend thee of thy life,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That rope must be thy end at last."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And let it be, said the heir of Linne;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And let it be, but<a name="FNanchor_106_106" id="FNanchor_106_106"></a><a href="#Footnote_106_106" class="fnanchor">[106]</a> if I amend:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For here I will make my vow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This reade<a name="FNanchor_107_107" id="FNanchor_107_107"></a><a href="#Footnote_107_107" class="fnanchor">[107]</a> shall guide me to the end.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Away then went with a merry cheer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Away then went the heir of Linne;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wis, he neither ceas'd nor blanne,<a name="FNanchor_108_108" id="FNanchor_108_108"></a><a href="#Footnote_108_108" class="fnanchor">[108]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till John o' the Scales' house he did win.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span><span class="i0">And when he came to John o' the Scales,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Up at the speere<a name="FNanchor_109_109" id="FNanchor_109_109"></a><a href="#Footnote_109_109" class="fnanchor">[109]</a> then looked he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There sat three lords upon a row,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were drinking of the wine so free.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And John himself sat at the board-head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Because now lord of Linne was he.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I pray thee, he said, good John o' the Scales,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">One forty pence, for to lend me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Away, away, thou thriftless loon;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Away, away, this may not be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Christ's curse on my head, he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If ever I trust thee one pennie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then bespake the heir of Linne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To John o' the Scales' wife then spake he:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Madame, some alms on me bestow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I pray for sweet saint Charity.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Away, away, thou thriftless loon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I swear thou gettest no alms of me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For if we should hang any losel<a name="FNanchor_110_110" id="FNanchor_110_110"></a><a href="#Footnote_110_110" class="fnanchor">[110]</a> here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The first we would begin with thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then bespake a good fell&ograve;w,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which sat at John o' the Scales his board;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said, Turn again, thou heir of Linne;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some time thou wast a well good lord:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Some time a good fellow thou hast been,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sparedst not thy gold and fee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Therefore I'll lend thee forty pence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And other forty if need be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And ever, I pray thee, John o' the Scales,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To let him sit in thy company:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For well I wot thou hadst his land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a good bargain it was to thee.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Up then spake him John o' the Scales,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All wood<a name="FNanchor_111_111" id="FNanchor_111_111"></a><a href="#Footnote_111_111" class="fnanchor">[111]</a> he answer'd him again:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now Christ's curse on my head, he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But I did lose by that barg&agrave;in.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And here I proffer thee, heir of Linne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Before these lords so fair and free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou shalt have it back again better cheap,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By a hundred marks, than I had it of thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I draw you to record, lords, he said.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With that he cast him a gods-pennie:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now by my fay, said the heir of Linne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And here, good John, is thy mon&egrave;y.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And he pull'd forth three bags of gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And laid them down upon the board:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All woe begone was John o' the Scales,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So shent<a name="FNanchor_112_112" id="FNanchor_112_112"></a><a href="#Footnote_112_112" class="fnanchor">[112]</a> he could say never a word.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 404px;"><a name="Illustration_HEIR" id="Illustration_HEIR"></a>
+<img src="images/heir.jpg" width="404" height="500" alt="THE HEIR OF LINNIE." title="THE HEIR OF LINNIE." />
+<span class="caption">THE HEIR OF LINNIE.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He told him forth the good red gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He told it forth with mickle din.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The gold is thine, the land is mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And now again I'm the lord of Linne.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Says, Have thou here, thou good fell&ograve;w,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Forty pence thou didst lend me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now I am again the lord of Linne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And forty pounds I will give thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'll make thee keeper of my forest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Both of the wild deer and the tame;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For but I reward thy bounteous heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wis, good fellow, I were to blame.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now well-a-day! saith Joan o' the Scales:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now well-a-day! and woe is my life!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yesterday I was lady of Linne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now I'm but John o' the Scales his wife.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Now fare thee well, said the heir of Linne;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Farewell now, John o' the Scales, said he:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Christ's curse light on me, if ever again<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I bring my lands in jeopardy.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/chap8_tail.png" width="250" height="70" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_98_98" id="Footnote_98_98"></a><a href="#FNanchor_98_98"><span class="label">[98]</span></a> Attend.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_99_99" id="Footnote_99_99"></a><a href="#FNanchor_99_99"><span class="label">[99]</span></a> Earnest-money.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_100_100" id="Footnote_100_100"></a><a href="#FNanchor_100_100"><span class="label">[100]</span></a> Wood.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_101_101" id="Footnote_101_101"></a><a href="#FNanchor_101_101"><span class="label">[101]</span></a> Promised.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_102_102" id="Footnote_102_102"></a><a href="#FNanchor_102_102"><span class="label">[102]</span></a> May he thrive.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_103_103" id="Footnote_103_103"></a><a href="#FNanchor_103_103"><span class="label">[103]</span></a> Disgraced.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_104_104" id="Footnote_104_104"></a><a href="#FNanchor_104_104"><span class="label">[104]</span></a> Writing.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_105_105" id="Footnote_105_105"></a><a href="#FNanchor_105_105"><span class="label">[105]</span></a> Together.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_106_106" id="Footnote_106_106"></a><a href="#FNanchor_106_106"><span class="label">[106]</span></a> Unless.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_107_107" id="Footnote_107_107"></a><a href="#FNanchor_107_107"><span class="label">[107]</span></a> Counsel.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_108_108" id="Footnote_108_108"></a><a href="#FNanchor_108_108"><span class="label">[108]</span></a> Lingered.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_109_109" id="Footnote_109_109"></a><a href="#FNanchor_109_109"><span class="label">[109]</span></a> Hole in the window.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_110_110" id="Footnote_110_110"></a><a href="#FNanchor_110_110"><span class="label">[110]</span></a> Worthless fellow.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_111_111" id="Footnote_111_111"></a><a href="#FNanchor_111_111"><span class="label">[111]</span></a> Wild.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_112_112" id="Footnote_112_112"></a><a href="#FNanchor_112_112"><span class="label">[112]</span></a> Disgraced.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="section_break"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/chap9_head.png" width="500" height="82" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>Sir Andrew Barton.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 333px;">
+<img src="images/chap9_title.png" width="333" height="35" alt="Sir Andrew Barton." title="Sir Andrew Barton." />
+</div>
+
+<h4>PART THE FIRST.</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 47px;">
+<img src="images/drop_w.png" width="47" height="50" alt="W" title="W" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="droppedcap">W</span>hen Flora with her fragrant flowers<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bedecked the earth so trim and gay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Neptune with his dainty showers<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Came to present the month of May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">King Henry rode to take the air,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Over the river Thames past he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When eighty merch&agrave;nts of London came,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And down they knelt upon their knee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O ye are welcome, rich merchants;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good sailors, welcome unto me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They swore by the rood, they were sailors good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But rich merch&agrave;nts they could not be:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">To France nor Flanders dare we pass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor Bordeaux voyage dare we fare;<a name="FNanchor_113_113" id="FNanchor_113_113"></a><a href="#Footnote_113_113" class="fnanchor">[113]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all for a rover that lies on the seas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who robs us of our merchant ware.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">King Henry frowned, and turned him round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And swore by the Lord, that was mickle of might,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I thought he had not been in the world,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Durst have wrought England such unright.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The merchants sighed, and said, alas!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thus they did their answer frame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He is a proud Scot, that robs on the seas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Sir Andrew Barton is his name.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The king looked over his left should&egrave;r,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And an angry look then looked he:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have I never a lord in all my realm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Will fetch yon traitor unto me?<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Yea, that dare I, lord Howard says;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yea, that dare I with heart and hand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If it please your grace to give me leave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Myself will be the only man.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou art but young, the king replied;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yon Scot hath numbered many a year.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trust me, my liege, I'll make him quail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or before my prince I will never appear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then bowmen and gunners thou shalt have,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And choose them over my realm so free;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Besides good mariners, and ship-boys,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To guide the great ship on the sea.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The first man that lord Howard chose<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was the ablest gunner in all the realm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though he was threescore years and ten;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good Peter Simon was his name.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Peter, says he, I must to the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To bring home a traitor live or dead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before all others I have chosen thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of a hundred gunners to be the head.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If you, my lord, have chosen me<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of a hundred gunners to be the head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then hang me up on your main-mast tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If I miss my mark one shilling bread.<a name="FNanchor_114_114" id="FNanchor_114_114"></a><a href="#Footnote_114_114" class="fnanchor">[114]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My lord then chose a bowman rare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whose active hands had gained fame;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In Yorkshire was this gentleman born,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And William Horseley was his name.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Horseley, said he, I must with speed<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Go seek a traitor on the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now of a hundred bowmen brave<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To be the head I have chosen thee.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">If you, quoth he, have chosen me<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of a hundred bowmen to be the head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On your main-m&agrave;st I'll hanged be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If I miss, twelvescore,<a name="FNanchor_115_115" id="FNanchor_115_115"></a><a href="#Footnote_115_115" class="fnanchor">[115]</a> one penny bread.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With pikes and guns, and bowmen bold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This noble Howard is gone to the sea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a valiant heart and a pleasant cheer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Out at Thames mouth sailed he.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And days he scant had sailed three<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon the voyage he took in hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But there he met with a noble ship,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And stoutly made it stay and stand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou must tell me, lord Howard said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now who thou art and what's thy name,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And show me where thy dwelling is,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And whither bound, and whence thou came.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">My name is Henry Hunt, quoth he<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a heavy heart, and a careful mind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I and my ship do both belong<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the Newcastle that stands upon Tyne.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hast thou not heard, now, Henry Hunt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As thou hast sailed by day and by night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of a Scottish rover on the seas;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Men call him sir Andrew Barton, knight?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then ever he sighed, and said alas!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a grieved mind, and well away!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But over-well I know that wight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I was his prisoner yesterday.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As I was sailing upon the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A Bordeaux voyage for to fare;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To his hatchboard<a name="FNanchor_116_116" id="FNanchor_116_116"></a><a href="#Footnote_116_116" class="fnanchor">[116]</a> he clasped me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And robbed me of all my merchant ware:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And mickle debts, God wot, I owe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And every man will have his own,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I am now to London bound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of our gracious king to beg a boon.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou shalt not need, lord Howard says;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let me but once that robber see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For every penny ta'en thee fro'<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It shall be doubled shillings three.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now God forefend, the merchant said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That you should seek so far amiss!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God keep you out of that traitor's hands!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Full little ye wot what a man he is.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He is brass within, and steel without,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With beams on his topcastle strong;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And eighteen pieces of ordinance<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He carries on each side along:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And he hath a pinnace dearly dight,<a name="FNanchor_117_117" id="FNanchor_117_117"></a><a href="#Footnote_117_117" class="fnanchor">[117]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">St. Andrew's cross that is his guide;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His pinnace beareth ninescore men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And fifteen cannons on each side.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Were ye twenty ships, and he but one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I swear by kirk, and bower, and hall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He would overcome them every one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If once his beams they do down fall.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This is cold comfort, says my lord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To welcome a stranger thus to the sea:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet I'll bring him and his ship to shore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or to Scotland he shall carry me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then a noble gunner you must have,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he must aim well with his ee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sink his pinnace into the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or else he ne'er o'ercome will be:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And if you chance his ship to board,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This counsel I must give withal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let no man to his topcastle go<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To strive to let his beams down fall.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And seven pieces of ordinance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I pray your honour lend to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On each side of my ship along,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I will lead you on the sea.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A glass I'll set, that may be seen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whether you sail by day or night;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to-morrow, I swear, by nine of the clock<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You shall meet with Sir Andrew Barton, knight.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span></div></div>
+
+
+<h4>PART THE SECOND.</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 46px;">
+<img src="images/drop_t.png" width="46" height="50" alt="T" title="T" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="droppedcap">T</span>he merchant set my lord a glass<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So well apparent in his sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And on the morrow, by nine of the clock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He showed him Sir Andrew Barton, knight.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His hatchboard it was gilt with gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So dearly dight it dazzled the ee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now by my faith, lord Howard says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This is a gallant sight to see.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Take in your ancients,<a name="FNanchor_118_118" id="FNanchor_118_118"></a><a href="#Footnote_118_118" class="fnanchor">[118]</a> standards eke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So close that no man may them see;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And put me forth a white willow wand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As merchants use to sail the sea.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">But they stirred neither top, nor mast;<a name="FNanchor_119_119" id="FNanchor_119_119"></a><a href="#Footnote_119_119" class="fnanchor">[119]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Stoutly they passed Sir Andrew by.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What English churls are yonder, he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That can so little courtesy?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now by the rood, three years and more,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I have been admiral over the sea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And never an English nor Portingall<a name="FNanchor_120_120" id="FNanchor_120_120"></a><a href="#Footnote_120_120" class="fnanchor">[120]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Without my leave can pass this way.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then called he forth his stout pinn&agrave;ce;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fetch back yon pedlars now to me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I swear by the mass, yon English churls<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shall all hang at my main-mast tree.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With that the pinnace it shot off,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Full well lord Howard might it ken;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For it stroke down my lord's fore mast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And killed fourteen of his men.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Come hither, Simon, says my lord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Look that thy word be true, thou said;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For at my main-mast thou shalt hang,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If thou miss thy mark one shilling bread.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Simon was old, but his heart it was bold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His ordinance he laid right low;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He put in chain full nine yards long,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With other great shot less, and moe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he let go his great gun's shot:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So well he settled it with his ee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The first sight that Sir Andrew saw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He saw his pinnace sunk in the sea.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when he saw his pinnace sunk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lord, how his heart with rage did swell!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now cut my ropes, it is time to be gone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll fetch yon pedlars back mysel'.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">When my lord saw Sir Andrew loose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Within his heart he was full fain:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now spread your ancients, strike up drums,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sound all your trumpets out amain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fight on, my men, Sir Andrew says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Well howsoever this gear will sway;<a name="FNanchor_121_121" id="FNanchor_121_121"></a><a href="#Footnote_121_121" class="fnanchor">[121]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is my lord admiral of Engl&agrave;nd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is come to seek me on the sea.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Simon had a son, who shot right well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That did Sir Andrew mickle scare;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In at his deck he gave a shot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Killed threescore of his men of war.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Henry Hunt with rigour hot<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Came bravely on the other side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soon he drove down his fore-mast tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And killed fourscore men beside.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Now, out alas! Sir Andrew cried,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What may a man now think, or say?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yonder merchant thief, that pierceth me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He was my prisoner yesterday.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come hither to me, thou Gordon good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That aye wast ready at my call;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will give thee three hundred marks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If thou wilt let my beams down fall.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lord Howard he then call'd in haste,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Horseley see thou be true instead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For thou shalt at the main-mast hang,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If thou miss, twelvescore, one penny bread.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Gordon swarved<a name="FNanchor_122_122" id="FNanchor_122_122"></a><a href="#Footnote_122_122" class="fnanchor">[122]</a> the main-mast tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He swarved it with might and main;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Horseley with a bearing arrow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Stroke the Gordon through the brain;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And he fell into the hatches again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sore his deadly wound did bleed:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then word went through Sir Andrew's men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How that the Gordon he was dead.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come hither to me, James Hambilton,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou art my only sister's son,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If thou wilt let my beams down fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Six hundred nobles thou hast won.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With that he swarved the main-mast tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He swarved it with nimble art;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Horseley with a broad arr&ograve;w<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pierced the Hambilton through the heart:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And down he fell upon the deck,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That with his blood did stream amain:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then every Scot cried, Well-away!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Alas, a comely youth is slain!<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">All woe begone was Sir Andrew then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With grief and rage his heart did swell:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Go fetch me forth my armour of proof,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For I will to the topcastle mysel'.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Go fetch me forth my armour of proof;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That gilded is with gold so clear:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God be with my brother John of Barton!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Against the Portingalls he it ware:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when he had on this armour of proof,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He was a gallant sight to see:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah! ne'er didst thou meet with living wight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My dear broth&egrave;r, could cope with thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Come hither Horseley, says my lord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And look your shaft that it go right,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shoot a good shot in time of need,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And for it thou shalt be made a knight.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll shoot my best, quoth Horseley then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your honour shall see, with might and main;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if I was hanged at your main-mast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I have now left but arrows twain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sir Andrew he did swarve the tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With right good will he swarved then:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon his breast did Horseley hit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But the arrow bounded back again.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then Horseley spied a privy place<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a perfect eye in a secret part;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under the spole<a name="FNanchor_123_123" id="FNanchor_123_123"></a><a href="#Footnote_123_123" class="fnanchor">[123]</a> of his right arm<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He smote Sir Andrew to the heart.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fight on, my men, Sir Andrew says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A little I'm hurt, but yet not slain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll but lie down and bleed awhile,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And then I'll rise and fight again.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Fight on, my men, Sir Andrew says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And never flinch before the foe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And stand fast by St. Andrew's cross<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Until you hear my whistle blow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They never heard his whistle blow,&mdash;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which made their hearts wax sore adread:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then Horseley said, Aboard, my lord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For well I wot, Sir Andrew's dead.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They boarded then his noble ship,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They boarded it with might and main;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eighteen score Scots alive they found,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The rest were either maimed or slain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lord Howard took a sword in hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And off he smote Sir Andrew's head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I must have left England many a day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If thou wert alive as thou art dead.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">He caused his body to be cast<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Over the hatchboard into the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And about his middle three hundred crowns:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wherever thou land this will bury thee.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 404px;"><a name="Illustration_BARTON" id="Illustration_BARTON"></a>
+<img src="images/barton.jpg" width="404" height="500" alt="SIR ANDREW BARTON." title="SIR ANDREW BARTON." />
+<span class="caption">SIR ANDREW BARTON.</span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus from the wars lord Howard came,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And back he sail&egrave;d o'er the main,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With mickle joy and triumph&igrave;ng<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Into Thames mouth he came again.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lord Howard then a letter wrote,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And seal&egrave;d it with seal and ring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such a noble prize have I brought to your grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As never did subject to a king:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sir Andrew's ship I bring with me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A braver ship was never none:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now hath your grace two ships of war,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Before in England was but one.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">King Henry's grace with royal cheer<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Welcomed the noble Howard home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And where, said he, is this rover stout,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That I myself may give the doom?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The rover, he is safe, my liege,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Full many a fathom in the sea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If he were alive as he is dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I must have left England many a day:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And your grace may thank four men i' the ship<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the victory which we have won,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These are William Horseley, Henry Hunt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Peter Simon, and his son.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To Henry Hunt, the king then said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In lieu of what was from thee ta'en,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A noble a-day now thou shalt have,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sir Andrew's jewels and his chain.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And Horseley thou shalt be a knight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And lands and livings shalt have store;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Howard shall be earl of Surrey hight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As Howards erst have been before.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now, Peter Simon, thou art old,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I will maintain thee and thy son:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the men shall have five hundred marks<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the good service they have done.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then in came the queen with ladies fair<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To see Sir Andrew Barton knight:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They ween'd that he were brought on shore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thought to have seen a gallant sight.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when they saw his deadly face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And eyes so hollow in his head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I would give, quoth the king, a thousand marks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This man were alive as he is dead:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet for the manful part he played,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which fought so well with heart and hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His men shall have twelvepence a day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till they come to my brother king's high land.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 58px;">
+<img src="images/chap9_tail.png" width="58" height="150" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_113_113" id="Footnote_113_113"></a><a href="#FNanchor_113_113"><span class="label">[113]</span></a> Travel.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_114_114" id="Footnote_114_114"></a><a href="#FNanchor_114_114"><span class="label">[114]</span></a> Breadth.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_115_115" id="Footnote_115_115"></a><a href="#FNanchor_115_115"><span class="label">[115]</span></a> Twelvescore paces off.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_116_116" id="Footnote_116_116"></a><a href="#FNanchor_116_116"><span class="label">[116]</span></a> Part of the side of the ship.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_117_117" id="Footnote_117_117"></a><a href="#FNanchor_117_117"><span class="label">[117]</span></a> Fitted out.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_118_118" id="Footnote_118_118"></a><a href="#FNanchor_118_118"><span class="label">[118]</span></a> Flags.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_119_119" id="Footnote_119_119"></a><a href="#FNanchor_119_119"><span class="label">[119]</span></a> <em>i.e.</em> Did not salute.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_120_120" id="Footnote_120_120"></a><a href="#FNanchor_120_120"><span class="label">[120]</span></a> Portuguese.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_121_121" id="Footnote_121_121"></a><a href="#FNanchor_121_121"><span class="label">[121]</span></a> However this affair will end.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_122_122" id="Footnote_122_122"></a><a href="#FNanchor_122_122"><span class="label">[122]</span></a> Climbed.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_123_123" id="Footnote_123_123"></a><a href="#FNanchor_123_123"><span class="label">[123]</span></a> The arm-pit.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="section_break"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/chap10_head.png" width="500" height="105" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>Brave Lord Willoughbey.[124]</h3>
+
+<p class="figcenter">
+<span class="figcenter" style="width: 352px;">
+<img src="images/chap10_title.png" width="352" height="35" alt="Brave Lord Willoughbey." title="Brave Lord Willoughbey." /></span>
+<span class="heading_footnote"><a name="FNanchor_124_124" id="FNanchor_124_124"></a><a href="#Footnote_124_124" class="fnanchor">[124]</a></span>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 46px;">
+<img src="images/drop_t.png" width="46" height="50" alt="T" title="T" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="droppedcap">T</span>he fifteenth day of July,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With glistering spear and shield,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A famous fight in Flanders<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was foughten on the field:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The most courageous officers<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were English captains three;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the bravest man in battle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was brave lord Willoughb&egrave;y.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The next was captain Norris,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A valiant man was he:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The other captain Turner,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From field would never flee.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">With fifteen hundred fighting men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Alas! there were no more,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They fought with fourteen thousand then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon the bloody shore.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Stand to it noble pikemen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And look you round about:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shoot you right you bowmen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And we will keep them out:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You musket and calliver<a name="FNanchor_125_125" id="FNanchor_125_125"></a><a href="#Footnote_125_125" class="fnanchor">[125]</a> men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Do you prove true to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll be the foremost man in fight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Says brave lord Willoughb&egrave;y.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And then the bloody enemy<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They fiercely did assail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fought it out most furiously,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Not doubting to prevail:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The wounded men on both sides fell<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Most piteous for to see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet nothing could the courage quell<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of brave lord Willoughb&egrave;y.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 402px;"><a name="Illustration_WILLOUGHBY" id="Illustration_WILLOUGHBY"></a>
+<img src="images/willoughby.jpg" width="402" height="500" alt="THE BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBY." title="THE BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBY." />
+<span class="caption">THE BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBY.</span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For seven hours to all men's view<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This fight endured sore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until our men so feeble grew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That they could fight no more;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then upon dead horses<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Full savourly they ate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And drank the puddle water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They could no better get.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When they had fed so freely,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They kneeled on the ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And praised God devoutly<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the favour they had found;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And beating up their colours,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The fight they did renew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And turning tow'rds the Spaniard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A thousand more they slew.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The sharp steel-pointed arrows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bullets thick did fly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then did our valiant soldiers<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Charge on most furiously;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which made the Spaniards waver,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They thought it best to flee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They fear'd the stout behaviour<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of brave lord Willoughb&egrave;y.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then quoth the Spanish general,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come let us march away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I fear we shall be spoiled all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If here we longer stay;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">For yonder comes lord Willoughbey<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With courage fierce and fell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He will not give one inch of way<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For all the devils in hell.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And then the fearful enemy<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was quickly put to flight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our men pursued courageously,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And caught their forces quite;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But at last they gave a shout,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which echoed through the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God, and St. George for England!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The conquerors did cry.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This news was brought to England<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With all the speed might be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And soon our gracious queen was told<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of this same victory.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">O this is brave lord Willoughbey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My love that ever won,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all the lords of honour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Tis he great deeds hath done.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To the soldiers that were maimed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wounded in the fray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The queen allowed a pension<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of fifteen pence a day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And from all costs and charges<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She quit and set them free:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And this she did all for the sake<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of brave lord Willoughb&egrave;y.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then courage, noble Englishmen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And never be dismayed:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If that we be but one to ten,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We will not be afraid<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">To fight with foreign enemies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And set our nation free.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thus I end the bloody bout<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of brave lord Willoughb&egrave;y.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 53px;">
+<img src="images/chap10_tail.png" width="53" height="150" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_124_124" id="Footnote_124_124"></a><a href="#FNanchor_124_124"><span class="label">[124]</span></a> Peregrine Bertie, Lord Willoughbey of Eresby, died
+1601.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_125_125" id="Footnote_125_125"></a><a href="#FNanchor_125_125"><span class="label">[125]</span></a> A kind of gun.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="section_break"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/chap11_head.png" width="500" height="96" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>King John and the Abbot of Canterbury.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 525px;">
+<img src="images/chap11_title.png" width="525" height="35" alt="King John and the Abbot of Canterbury." title="King John and the Abbot of Canterbury." />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 45px;">
+<img src="images/drop_a.png" width="45" height="50" alt="A" title="A" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="droppedcap">A</span>n ancient story I'll tell you anon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of a notable prince, that was called king John;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he ruled England with main and with might,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For he did great wrong, and maintain'd little right.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And I'll tell you a story, a story so merry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Concerning the Abbot of Canterb&ugrave;ry;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How for his house-keeping, and high renown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They rode post for him to fair London town.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">An hundred men, the king did hear say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The abbot kept in his house every day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fifty gold chains, without any doubt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In velvet coats waited the abbot about.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How now, father abbot, I hear it of thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou keepest a far better house than me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And for thy house-keeping and high renown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I fear thou work'st treason against my crown.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My liege, quoth the abbot, I would it were known,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I never spend nothing, but what is my own;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I trust, your grace will do me no deer,<a name="FNanchor_126_126" id="FNanchor_126_126"></a><a href="#Footnote_126_126" class="fnanchor">[126]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For spending of my own true-gotten gear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yes, yes, father abbot, thy fault it is high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now for the same thou needest must die;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For except thou canst answer me questions three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy head shall be smitten from thy body.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And first, quoth the king, when I'm in this stead,<a name="FNanchor_127_127" id="FNanchor_127_127"></a><a href="#Footnote_127_127" class="fnanchor">[127]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With my crown of gold so fair on my head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Among all my liege-men so noble of birth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou must tell me to one penny what I am worth.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Secondly, tell me, without any doubt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How soon I may ride the whole world about.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And at the third question thou must not shrink,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But tell me here truly what I do think.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O, these are hard questions for my shallow wit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor I cannot answer your grace as yet:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if you will give me but three weeks' space,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll do my endeavour to answer your grace.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now three weeks' space to thee will I give,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that is the longest time thou hast to live;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For if thou dost not answer my questions three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy lands and thy livings are forfeit to me.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 403px;"><a name="Illustration_KING_JOHN" id="Illustration_KING_JOHN"></a>
+<img src="images/king.jpg" width="403" height="500" alt="KING JOHN AND THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY." title="KING JOHN AND THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY." />
+<span class="caption">KING JOHN AND THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Away rode the abbot all sad at that word,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he rode to Cambridge, and Oxenford;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But never a doctor there was so wise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That could with his learning an answer devise.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then home rode the abbot of comfort so cold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he met his shepherd a going to fold:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How now, my lord abbot, you are welcome home;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What news do you bring us from good king John?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sad news, sad news, shepherd, I must give;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I have but three days more to live:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For if I do not answer him questions three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My head will be smitten from my body.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The first is to tell him there in that stead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his crown of gold so fair on his head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Among all his liege-men so noble of birth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To within one penny of what he is worth.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The second, to tell him, without any doubt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How soon he may ride this whole world about:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And at the third question I must not shrink,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But tell him there truly what he does think.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now cheer up, sire abbot, did you never hear yet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That a fool he may learn a wise man wit?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lend me horse, and serving-men, and your apparel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I'll ride to London to answer your quarrel.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nay frown not, if it hath been told unto me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I am like your lordship, as ever may be:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if you will but lend me your gown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There is none shall know us at fair London town.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now horses, and serving-men thou shalt have,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With sumptuous array most gallant and brave;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With crozier, and mitre, and rochet, and cope,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fit to appear 'fore our father the pope.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Now welcome, sire abbot, the king he did say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis well thou'rt come back to keep thy day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For and if thou canst answer my questions three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy life and thy living both saved shall be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And first, when thou seest me here in this stead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With my crown of gold so fair on my head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Among all my liege-men so noble of birth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell me to one penny what I am worth.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For thirty pence our Saviour was sold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Among the false Jews, as I have been told;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And twenty-nine is the worth of thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I think, thou art one penny worser than he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The king he laughed, and swore by St. Bittel,<a name="FNanchor_128_128" id="FNanchor_128_128"></a><a href="#Footnote_128_128" class="fnanchor">[128]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I did not think I had been worth so little!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&mdash;Now secondly tell me, without any doubt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How soon I may ride this whole world about.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You must rise with the sun, and ride with the same,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until the next morning he riseth again;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then your grace need not make any doubt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The king he laughed, and swore by St. Jone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I did not think it could be gone so soon!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">&mdash;Now from the third question thou must not shrink,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But tell me here truly what I do think.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yea, that shall I do, and make your grace merry:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You think I'm the abbot of Canterb&ugrave;ry;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I'm his poor shepherd, as plain you may see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That am come to beg pardon for him and for me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The king he laughed, and swore by the mass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll make thee lord abbot this day in his place!<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Now nay, my liege, be not in such speed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For, alack, I can neither write nor read.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Four nobles a week then I will give thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For this merry jest thou hast shown unto me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tell the old abbot when thou com'st home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou hast brought him a pardon from good king John.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/chap11_tail.png" width="250" height="74" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_126_126" id="Footnote_126_126"></a><a href="#FNanchor_126_126"><span class="label">[126]</span></a> Hurt.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_127_127" id="Footnote_127_127"></a><a href="#FNanchor_127_127"><span class="label">[127]</span></a> Place.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_128_128" id="Footnote_128_128"></a><a href="#FNanchor_128_128"><span class="label">[128]</span></a> St. Botolph.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="section_break"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/chap12_head.png" width="500" height="101" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>Robin Hood and the Curtal Friar.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 454px;">
+<img src="images/chap12_title.png" width="454" height="35" alt="Robin Hood and the Curtal Friar." title="Robin Hood and the Curtal Friar." />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 45px;">
+<img src="images/drop_i.png" width="45" height="50" alt="I" title="I" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="droppedcap">I</span>n the summer time, when leaves grow green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And flowers are fresh and gay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Robin Hood and his merry men<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were all disposed to play.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then some would leap, and some would run,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And some would use artillery;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which of you can a good bow draw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A good archer for to be?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Which of you can kill a buck?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or who can kill a doe?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or who can kill a hart of grease,<a name="FNanchor_129_129" id="FNanchor_129_129"></a><a href="#Footnote_129_129" class="fnanchor">[129]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Five hundred foot him fro'?<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Will Scarlet he kill'd a buck,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Midge he kill'd a doe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Little John kill'd a hart of grease,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Five hundred foot him fro'.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God's blessing on thy heart, said Robin Hood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That shot such a shot for me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I would ride my horse an hundred miles<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To find one to match thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That caused Will Scarlet to laugh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He laugh'd full heartily;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There lives a friar in Fountain's Abbey<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Will beat both him and thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The curtal friar in Fountain's Abbey<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Well can draw a good strong bow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He will beat both you and your yeomen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Set them all on a row.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Robin Hood took a solemn oath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It was by Mary free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That he would neither eat nor drink,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till the friar he did see.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Robin Hood put on his harness good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On his head a cap of steel;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Broad sword and buckler by his side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they became him well.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He took his bow into his hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">(It was of a trusty tree)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a sheaf of arrows by his side<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to Fountain Dale went he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And coming unto fair Fountain Dale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No farther would he ride:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There was he 'ware of a curtal friar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Walking by the water-side.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The friar had on a harness good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On his head a cap of steel;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Broad sword and buckler by his side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they became him well.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Robin Hood lighted off his horse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And tied him to a thorn:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Carry me over the water, thou curtal friar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or else thy life's forlorn.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The friar took Robin Hood on his back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Deep water he did bestride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And spake neither good word nor bad<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till he came to the other side.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lightly leap'd Robin off the friar's back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The friar said to him again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Carry me over the water, fine fellow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or it shall breed thee pain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Robin Hood took the friar on his back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Deep water he did bestride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And spake neither good nor bad<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till he came to the other side.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lightly leap'd the friar off Robin Hood's back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Robin said to him again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Carry me over the water thou curtal friar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or it shall breed thee pain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The friar he took Robin Hood on his back again<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And stepp'd up to his knee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till he came to the middle of the stream<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Neither good nor bad spake he;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And coming to the middle of the stream<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There he threw Robin in;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And choose thee, choose thee, fine fellow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whether thou wilt sink or swim.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 405px;"><a name="Illustration_FRIAR" id="Illustration_FRIAR"></a>
+<img src="images/friar.jpg" width="405" height="500" alt="ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTALL FRYER." title="ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTALL FRYER." />
+<span class="caption">ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTALL FRYER.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Robin Hood swam to a bush of broom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The friar to the willow wand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bold Robin Hood he got to the shore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And took his bow in his hand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One of the best arrows under his belt<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the friar he let fly:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The curtal friar with his steel buckler<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Did put that arrow by.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Shoot on, shoot on, thou fine fellow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shoot as thou hast begun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If thou shoot here a summer's day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy mark I will not shun.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Robin Hood shot so passing well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till his arrows all were gone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They took their swords and steel bucklers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They fought with might and main.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">From ten o'clock that very day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till four i' the afternoon;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then Robin Hood came on his knees,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of the friar to beg a boon.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A boon, a boon, thou curtal friar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I beg it on my knee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give me leave to set my horn to my mouth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to blow blasts three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That I will do, said the curtal friar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of thy blasts I have no doubt;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I hope thou wilt blow so passing well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till both thy eyes drop out.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Robin Hood set his horn to his mouth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he blew out blasts three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Half a hundred yeomen, with their bows bent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Came ranging over the lea.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose men are these, said the friar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That come so hastily?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These men are mine, said Robin Hood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Friar, what's that to thee?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A boon, a boon, said the curtal friar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The like I gave to thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Give me leave to put my fist to my mouth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And whute<a name="FNanchor_130_130" id="FNanchor_130_130"></a><a href="#Footnote_130_130" class="fnanchor">[130]</a> whutes three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That I will do, said Robin Hood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or else I were to blame;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Three whutes in a friar's fist<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Would make me glad and fain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The friar he set his fist to his mouth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he whuted him whutes three;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Half an hundred good ban dogs<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Came running over the lea.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here is for every man a dog,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I myself for thee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nay, by my faith, said Robin Hood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Friar, that may not be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Two dogs at once to Robin did go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The one behind and the other before;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Robin Hood's mantle of Lincoln green<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Off from his back they tore.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And whether his men shot east or west,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or they shot north or south,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The curtal dogs, so taught they were,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They caught the arrows in their mouth.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Take up thy dogs, said Little John,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Friar, at my bidding thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose man art thou, said the curtal friar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That comes here to prate to me?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">I am Little John, Robin Hood's man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Friar, I will not lie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If thou take not up thy dogs anon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll take them up and thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Little John had a bow in his hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He shot with might and main;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Soon half a score of the friar's dogs<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lay dead upon the plain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hold thy hand, good fellow, said the curtal friar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy master and I will agree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we will have new orders taken,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With all haste that may be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If thou wilt forsake fair Fountain Dale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Fountain Abbey free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every Sunday throughout the year<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A noble shall be thy fee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Every Sunday throughout the year,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Chang'd shall thy garments be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If thou wilt to fair Nottingham go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there remain with me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The curtal friar had kept Fountain Dale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Seven long years and more;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There was neither knight, lord, nor earl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Could make him yield before.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 124px;">
+<img src="images/chap12_tail.png" width="124" height="150" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_129_129" id="Footnote_129_129"></a><a href="#FNanchor_129_129"><span class="label">[129]</span></a> Fat hart.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_130_130" id="Footnote_130_130"></a><a href="#FNanchor_130_130"><span class="label">[130]</span></a> Whistle.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="section_break"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/chap13_head.png" width="500" height="75" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>Robin Hood and Allen-a-Dale.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 414px;">
+<img src="images/chap13_title.png" width="414" height="35" alt="Robin Hood and Allen-a-Dale." title="Robin Hood and Allen-a-Dale." />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 45px;">
+<img src="images/drop_c.png" width="45" height="50" alt="C" title="C" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="droppedcap">C</span>ome listen to me, you gallants so free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All you that love mirth for to hear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I will tell you of a bold outlaw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That liv'd in Nottinghamshire.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As Robin Hood in the forest stood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All under the greenwood tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There was he aware of a brave young man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As fine as fine might be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The youngster was clothed in scarlet red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In scarlet fine and gay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he did frisk it o'er the plain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And chaunted a roundelay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">As Robin Hood next morning stood<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Amongst the leaves so gay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There did he 'spy the same young man<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come drooping along the way.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The scarlet he wore the day before,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It was cast clean away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ev'ry step he fetch'd a sigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Alack and well a day!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then stepped forth brave Little John,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Midge the miller's son,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which made the young man bend his bow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When he did see them come.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Stand off, stand off, the young man said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What is your will with me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You must come before our master straight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Under yonder greenwood tree.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And when he came bold Robin before,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Robin asked him courteously,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O hast thou any money to spare<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For my merry men and me?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have no money, the young man said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But five shillings and a ring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that I have kept these seven long years,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To have it at my wedding.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yesterday I should have married a maid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But from me she was ta'en,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And chosen to be an old knight's delight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whereby my poor heart is slain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What is thy name then, said Robin Hood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come, tell me without fail?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the faith of my body, then said the young man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My name is Allen-a-Dale.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">What wilt thou give me, said Robin Hood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In ready gold or fee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To help thee to thy true love again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And deliver her unto thee?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have no money, then quoth the young man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No ready gold or fee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I will swear upon a book,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy true servant for to be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How many miles is it to thy true love?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come, tell me without any guile.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the faith of my body, then said the young man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It is but five little mile.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Robin he hasted over the plain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he did neither stint nor lin,<a name="FNanchor_131_131" id="FNanchor_131_131"></a><a href="#Footnote_131_131" class="fnanchor">[131]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until he came unto the church,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where Allen should have kept his wedding!<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What dost thou here, the Bishop then said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I prithee tell unto me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I am a bold harper, quoth Robin Hood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the best in the north country.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O welcome, O welcome, the bishop then said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That music best pleaseth me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You shall have no music, quoth Robin Hood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till the bride and bridegroom I see.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With that came in a wealthy knight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who was both grave and old;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And after him a finikin lass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That did shine like glittering gold.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is not a fit match, quoth bold Robin Hood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That you do seem to make here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For since we are come into the church,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The bride shall choose her own dear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Then Robin Hood put his horn to his mouth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And blew blasts two or three;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then four and twenty bowmen bold<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Came leaping over the lea.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when they came into the churchyard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Marching all on a row,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The first man was Allen-a-Dale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To give bold Robin his bow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This is thy true love, Robin he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Young Allen, as I have heard say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thou shalt be married at this same time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Before we depart away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That shalt not be, the bishop he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For thy word shall not stand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They shall be three times asked in the church,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As the law is of our land.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 404px;"><a name="Illustration_MARRIAGE" id="Illustration_MARRIAGE"></a>
+<img src="images/marriage.jpg" width="404" height="500" alt="THE MARRIAGE OF ALLEN A DALE." title="THE MARRIAGE OF ALLEN A DALE." />
+<span class="caption">THE MARRIAGE OF ALLEN A DALE.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Robin Hood pull'd off the bishop's coat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And put it upon Little John;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the faith of my body, then Robin he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This cloth doth make thee a man.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Little John went to the quire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The people began to laugh:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He ask'd them seven times in the church,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lest three times should not be enough.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who gives this maid? said Little John;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Quoth Robin, that do I;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he that takes her from Allen-a-Dale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Full dearly shall her buy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And thus having ended this merry wedding,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The bride she looked like a queen!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so they returned to the merry green wood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Amongst the leaves so green.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_131_131" id="Footnote_131_131"></a><a href="#FNanchor_131_131"><span class="label">[131]</span></a> Stop.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="section_break"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/chap14_head.png" width="500" height="107" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>Valentine and Ursine.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 434px;">
+<img src="images/chap14_title.png" width="434" height="35" alt="Valentine and Ursine." title="Valentine and Ursine." />
+</div>
+
+<h4>PART THE FIRST.</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 47px;">
+<img src="images/drop_w.png" width="47" height="50" alt="W" title="W" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="droppedcap">W</span>hen Flora 'gins to deck the fields<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With colours fresh and fine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then holy clerks their matins sing<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To good Saint Valentine!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The king of France that morning fair<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He would a hunting ride:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To Artois forest prancing forth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In all his princely pride.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To grace his sports a courtly train<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of gallant peers attend;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with their loud and cheerful cries<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The hills and valleys rend.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the deep forest swift they pass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through woods and thickets wild;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When down within a lonely dell<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They found a new-born child;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All in a scarlet kercher laid<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of silk so fine and thin:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A golden mantle wrapt him round<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pinn'd with a silver pin.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The sudden sight surpris'd them all;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The courtiers gather'd round;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They look, they call, the mother seek;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No mother could be found.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At length the king himself drew near,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And as he gazing stands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The pretty babe look'd up and smil'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And stretch'd his little hands.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Now, by the rood, king Pepin says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This child is passing fair:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wot he is of gentle blood;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Perhaps some prince's heir.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Go bear him home unto my court<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With all the care ye may:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let him be christen'd Valentine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In honour of this day:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And look me out some cunning nurse;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Well nurtur'd let him be:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor aught be wanting that becomes<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A bairn of high degree.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They look'd him out a cunning nurse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And nurtur'd well was he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor aught was wanting that became<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A bairn of high degree.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus grew the little Valentine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Belov'd of king and peers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And show'd in all he spake or did<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A wit beyond his years.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But chief in gallant feats of arms<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He did himself advance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ere he grew to man's estate<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He had no peer in France.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And now the early down began<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To shade his youthful chin;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When Valentine was dubb'd a knight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That he might glory win.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A boon, a boon, my gracious liege,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I beg a boon of thee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The first adventure that befalls<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">May be reserv'd for me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The first adventure shall be thine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The king did smiling say.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor many days, when lo! there came<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Three palmers clad in gray.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Help, gracious lord, they weeping said;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And knelt, as it was meet:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From Artois forest we be come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With weak and weary feet.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Within those deep and dreary woods<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There wends a savage boy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose fierce and mortal rage doth yield<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy subjects dire annoy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Mong ruthless bears he sure was bred;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He lurks within their den:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With bears he lives, with bears he feeds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And drinks the blood of men.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">To more than savage strength he joins<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A more than human skill:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For arms, no cunning may suffice<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His cruel rage to still:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Up then rose sir Valentine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And claim'd that arduous deed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Go forth and conquer, said the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And great shall be thy meed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Well mounted on a milk-white steed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His armour white as snow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As well beseem'd a virgin knight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who ne'er had fought a foe:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To Artois forest he repairs<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With all the haste he may;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And soon he spies the savage youth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A rending of his prey.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">His unkempt hair all matted hung<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His shaggy shoulders round:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His eager eye all fiery glow'd:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His face with fury frown'd.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Like eagle's talons grew his nails:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His limbs were thick and strong;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And dreadful was the knotted oak<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He bare with him along.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Soon as sir Valentine approach'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He starts with sudden spring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And yelling forth a hideous howl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He made the forests ring.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As when a tiger fierce and fell<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hath spied a passing roe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And leaps at once upon his throat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So sprung the savage foe.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">So lightly leap'd with furious force<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The gentle knight to seize:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But met his tall uplifted spear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which sunk him on his knees.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A second stroke so stiff and stern<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Had laid the savage low;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But springing up, he rais'd his club,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And aim'd a dreadful blow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The watchful warrior bent his head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And shunn'd the coming stroke;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon his taper spear it fell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all to shivers broke.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then lighting nimbly from his steed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He drew his burnished brand:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The savage quick as lightning flew<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To wrest it from his hand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Three times he grasp'd the silver hilt;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Three times he felt the blade;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Three times it fell with furious force;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Three ghastly wounds it made.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now with redoubled rage he roar'd;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His eye-ball flash'd with fire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each hairy limb with fury shook;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all his heart was ire.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then closing fast with furious gripe<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He clasp'd the champion round,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with a strong and sudden twist<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He laid him on the ground.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But soon the knight, with active spring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O'erturn'd his hairy foe:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now between their sturdy fists<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Passed many a bruising blow.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 402px;"><a name="Illustration_VALENTINE" id="Illustration_VALENTINE"></a>
+<img src="images/valentine.jpg" width="402" height="500" alt="VALENTINE AND URSINE." title="VALENTINE AND URSINE." />
+<span class="caption">VALENTINE AND URSINE.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They roll'd and grappled on the ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there they struggled long:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Skilful and active was the knight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The savage he was strong.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But brutal force and savage strength<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To art and skill must yield:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sir Valentine at length prevail'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And won the well-fought field.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then binding straight his conquer'd foe<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fast with an iron chain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He ties him to his horse's tail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And leads him o'er the plain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To court his hairy captive soon<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sir Valentine doth bring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And kneeling down upon his knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Presents him to the king.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">With loss of blood and loss of strength,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The savage tamer grew;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to sir Valentine became<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A servant tried and true.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And 'cause with bears he erst was bred,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ursine they call his name;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A name which unto future times<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Muses shall proclaim.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<h4>PART THE SECOND.</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 45px;">
+<img src="images/drop_i.png" width="45" height="50" alt="I" title="I" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="droppedcap">I</span>n high renown with prince and peer<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now liv'd sir Valentine:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His high renown with prince and peer<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Made envious hearts repine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">It chanc'd the king upon a day<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Prepar'd a sumptuous feast:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there came lords and dainty dames,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And many a noble guest.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Amid their cups, that freely flow'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their revelry, and mirth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A youthful knight tax'd Valentine<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of base and doubtful birth.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The foul reproach, so grossly urg'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His generous heart did wound:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And straight he vow'd he ne'er would rest<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till he his parents found.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then bidding king and peers adieu,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Early one summer's day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With faithful Ursine by his side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From court he took his way.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er hill and valley, moss and moor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For many a day they pass;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At length, upon a moated lake,<a name="FNanchor_132_132" id="FNanchor_132_132"></a><a href="#Footnote_132_132" class="fnanchor">[132]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They found a bridge of brass.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Beyond it rose a castle fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Y-built of marble stone:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The battlements were gilt with gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And glittered in the sun.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Beneath the bridge, with strange device,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A hundred bells were hung;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That man, nor beast, might pass thereon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But straight their larum rung.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This quickly found the youthful pair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who boldly crossing o'er,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The jangling sound bedeaft their ears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And rung from shore to shore.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Quick at the sound the castle gates<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Unlock'd and opened wide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And straight a giant huge and grim<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Stalk'd forth with stately pride.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now yield you, caitiffs, to my will,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He cried with hideous roar;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or else the wolves shall eat your flesh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And ravens drink your gore.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Vain boaster, said the youthful knight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I scorn thy threats and thee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I trust to force thy brazen gates,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And set thy captives free.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then putting spurs unto his steed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He aim'd a dreadful thrust;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The spear against the giant glanc'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And caus'd the blood to burst.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Mad and outrageous with the pain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He whirl'd his mace of steel:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The very wind of such a blow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Had made the champion reel.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It haply missed; and now the knight<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His glittering sword display'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And riding round with whirlwind speed<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oft made him feel the blade.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As when a large and monstrous oak<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Unceasing axes hew:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So fast around the giant's limbs<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The blows quick-darting flew.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As when the boughs with hideous fall<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some hapless woodman crush:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With such a force the enormous foe<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Did on the champion rush.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">A fearful blow, alas! there came,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Both horse and knight it took,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And laid them senseless in the dust;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So fatal was the stroke.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then smiling forth a hideous grin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The giant strides in haste,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, stooping, aims a second stroke:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now, caitiff, breathe thy last!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But ere it fell, two thundering blows<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon his scull descend:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From Ursine's knotty club they came,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who ran to save his friend.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Down sank the giant gaping wide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And rolling his grim eyes:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The hairy youth repeats his blows:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He gasps, he groans, he dies.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Quickly sir Valentine reviv'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With Ursine's timely care:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now to search the castle walls<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The venturous youths repair.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The blood and bones of murder'd knight<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They found where'er they came:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At length within a lonely cell<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They saw a mournful dame.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Her gentle eyes were dimm'd with tears;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her cheeks were pale with woe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And long sir Valentine besought<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her doleful tale to know.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Alas! young knight, she weeping said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Condole my wretched fate;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A childless mother here you see;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A wife without a mate.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">These twenty winters here forlorn<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I've drawn my hated breath;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sole witness of a monster's crimes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wishing aye for death.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Know, I am sister of a king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And in my early years<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was married to a mighty prince,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The fairest of his peers.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With him I sweetly liv'd in love<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A twelvemonth and a day:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When, lo! a foul and treacherous priest<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Y-wrought our loves' decay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His seeming goodness won him pow'r;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He had his master's ear:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And long to me and all the world<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He did a saint appear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">One day, when we were all alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He proffer'd odious love:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wretch with horror I repuls'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And from my presence drove.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He feign'd remorse, and piteous begg'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His crime I'd not reveal:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, for his seeming penitence,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I promis'd to conceal.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With treason, villainy, and wrong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My goodness he repay'd:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With jealous doubts he fill'd my lord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And me to woe betray'd.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He hid a slave within my bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then rais'd a bitter cry.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My lord, possess'd with rage, condemn'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Me, all unheard, to die.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">But 'cause I then was great with child,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At length my life he spar'd:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But bade me instant quit the realm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">One trusty knight my guard.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Forth on my journey I depart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Oppressed with grief and woe:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tow'rds my brother's distant court,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With breaking heart, I go.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Long time thro' sundry foreign lands<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We slowly pace along:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At length, within a forest wild,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I fell in labour strong:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And while the knight for succour sought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And left me there forlorn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My childbed pains so fast increas'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Two lovely boys were born.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The eldest fair and smooth as snow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That tips the mountain hoar;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The younger's little body rough<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With hairs was cover'd o'er.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But here afresh begin my woes:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While tender care I took<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To shield my eldest from the cold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wrap him in my cloak,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A prowling bear burst from the wood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And seiz'd my younger son:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Affection lent my weakness wings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And after them I run.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But all forwearied, weak, and spent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I quickly swoon'd away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there beneath the greenwood shade<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Long time I lifeless lay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">At length the knight brought me relief,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And rais'd me from the ground:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But neither of my pretty babes<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Could ever more be found.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And, while in search we wander'd far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We met that giant grim;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who ruthless slew my trusty knight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bare me off with him.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But charm'd by heav'n, or else my griefs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He offer'd me no wrong;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Save that within these lonely walls<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I've been immur'd so long.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now surely, said the youthful knight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You are Lady Ballisance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wife to the Grecian Emperor:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your brother's king of France.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">For in your royal brother's court<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Myself my breeding had;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where oft the story of your woes<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hath made my bosom sad.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If so, know your accuser's dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And dying own'd his crime;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And long your lord hath sought you out<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thro' every foreign clime.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when no tidings he could learn<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of his much wrong&egrave;d wife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He vow'd thenceforth within his court<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To lead a hermit's life.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now heaven is kind! the lady said;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And dropped a joyful tear:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall I once more behold my lord?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That lord I love so dear?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">But, madam, said sir Valentine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And knelt upon his knee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Know you the cloak that wrapt your babe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If you the same should see?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And pulling forth the cloth of gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In which himself was found;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lady gave a sudden shriek,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And fainted on the ground.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But by his pious care reviv'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His tale she heard anon;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And soon by other tokens found,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He was indeed her son.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But who's this hairy youth? she said;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He much resembles thee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bear devour'd my younger son,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or sure that son were he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Madam, this youth with bears was bred,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And rear'd within their den.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But recollect ye any mark<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To know your son again?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Upon his little side, quoth she,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was stamped a bloody rose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here, lady, see the crimson mark<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon his body grows!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then clasping both her new-found sons<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She bath'd their cheeks with tears:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And soon towards her brother's court<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her joyful course she steers.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What pen can paint king Pepin's joy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His sister thus restor'd!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And soon a messenger was sent<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To cheer her drooping lord:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Who came in haste with all his peers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To fetch her home to Greece;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where many happy years they reign'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In perfect love and peace.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To them sir Ursine did succeed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And long the sceptre bear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sir Valentine he stay'd in France,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And was his uncle's heir.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/chap14_tail.png" width="250" height="94" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_132_132" id="Footnote_132_132"></a><a href="#FNanchor_132_132"><span class="label">[132]</span></a> <em>i.e.</em> A lake that served for a moat to a castle.</p></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="section_break"></div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/chap15_head.png" width="500" height="100" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<h3>The King and Miller of Mansfield.</h3>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 472px;">
+<img src="images/chap15_title.png" width="472" height="35" alt="The King and Miller of Mansfield." title="The King and Miller of Mansfield." />
+</div>
+
+<h4>PART THE FIRST.</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 45px;">
+<img src="images/drop_h.png" width="45" height="50" alt="H" title="H" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="droppedcap">H</span>enry, our royal king, would ride a hunting<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the green forest, so pleasant and fair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see the harts skipping, and dainty does tripping:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Unto merry Sherwood his nobles repair:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hawk and hound were unbound, all things prepar'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the game, in the same, with good regard.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All a long summer's day rode the king pleasantly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With all his princes and nobles each one;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chasing the hart and hind, and the buck gallantly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till the dark evening forc'd all to turn home.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Then at last, riding fast, he had lost quite<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All his lords in the wood, late in the night.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wandering thus wearily, all alone, up and down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a rude miller he met at the last:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Asking the ready way unto fair Nottingham;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sir, quoth the miller, I mean not to jest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet I think, what I think, sooth for to say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You do not lightly ride out of your way.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why, what dost thou think of me, quoth our king merrily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Passing thy judgment upon me so brief?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Good faith, said the miller, I mean not to flatter thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I guess thee to be but some gentleman thief;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stand thee back, in the dark; light not adown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lest that I presently crack thy knave's crown.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou dost abuse me much, quoth the king, saying thus;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I am a gentleman; lodging I lack.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou hast not, quoth th' miller, one groat in thy purse;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All thy inheritance hangs on thy back.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I have gold to discharge all that I call;<a name="FNanchor_133_133" id="FNanchor_133_133"></a><a href="#Footnote_133_133" class="fnanchor">[133]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If it be forty pence, I will pay all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If thou beest a true man, then quoth the miller,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I swear by my toll-dish, I'll lodge thee all night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here's my hand, quoth the king; that was I ever.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nay, soft, quoth the miller, thou may'st be a sprite.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Better I'll know thee, ere hands we will shake;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With none but honest men hands will I take.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus they went all along unto the miller's house:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where they were seething of puddings and souse:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The miller first enter'd in; after him went the king;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Never came he in so smoky a house.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now, quoth he, let me see here what you are.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quoth our king, look your fill, and do not spare.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I like well thy countenance; thou hast an honest face;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With my son Richard this night thou shalt lie.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quoth his wife, by my troth, it is a handsome youth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet it's best, husband, to deal warily.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Art thou no runaway, prythee, youth, tell?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Show me thy passport, and all shall be well.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then our king presently, making low courtesy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With his hat in his hand, thus he did say;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">I have no passport, nor never was servitor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But a poor courtier, rode out of my way:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And for your kindness here offered to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will requite you in every degree.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then to the miller his wife whispered secretly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Saying, It seemeth this youth's of good kin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both by his apparel, and eke by his manners;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To turn him out, certainly, were a great sin.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yea, quoth he, you may see he hath some grace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he doth speak to his betters in place.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Well, quo' the miller's wife, young man, ye're welcome here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And, though I say it, well lodg&egrave;d shall be:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fresh straw will I have laid on thy bed so brave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And good brown hempen sheets likewise, quoth she.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Aye, quoth the good man; and when that is done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou shalt lie with no worse than our own son.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 408px;"><a name="Illustration_MILLER" id="Illustration_MILLER"></a>
+<img src="images/miller.jpg" width="408" height="500" alt="THE KING AND THE MILLER OF MANSFIELD." title="THE KING AND THE MILLER OF MANSFIELD." />
+<span class="caption">THE KING AND THE MILLER OF MANSFIELD.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span></p>
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This caus'd the king, suddenly, to laugh most heartily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till the tears trickled fast down from his eyes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then to their supper were they set orderly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With hot bag-puddings and good apple-pies;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nappy ale, good and stale, in a brown bowl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which did about the board merrily trowl.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Here, quoth the miller, good fellow, I drink to thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to all courtiers, wherever they be.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I pledge thee, quoth our king, and thank thee heartily<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For my welcome in every good degree:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And here, in like manner, I drink to thy son.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do then, quoth Richard, and quick let it come.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wife, quoth the miller, fetch me forth lightfoot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And of his sweetness a little we'll taste.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">A fair ven'son pasty brought she out presently.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Eat, quoth the miller, but, sir, make no waste.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here's dainty lightfoot! In faith, said the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I never before eat so dainty a thing.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I wis, quoth Richard, no dainty at all it is,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For we do eat of it every day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In what place, said our king, may be bought like to this?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We never pay penny for it, by my fay:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From merry Sherwood we fetch it home here;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now and then we make bold with our king's deer.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then I think, said our king, that it is venison.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Each fool, quoth Richard, full well may know that:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never are we without two or three in the roof,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Very well fleshed, and excellent fat:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">But, prythee, say nothing wherever thou go;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We would not, for two pence, the king should it know.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Doubt not, then said the king, my promised secrecy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The king shall never know more on't for me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A cup of lambs-wool<a name="FNanchor_134_134" id="FNanchor_134_134"></a><a href="#Footnote_134_134" class="fnanchor">[134]</a> they drank unto him then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to their beds they passed presently.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The nobles, next morning, went all up and down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to seek out the king in every town.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At last, at the miller's cot, soon they espy'd him out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As he was mounting upon his fair steed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To whom they came presently, falling down on their knee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which made the miller's heart wofully bleed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shaking and quaking, before him he stood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thinking he should have been hang'd, by the Rood.<br /></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span></div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The king perceiving him fearfully trembling<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Drew forth his sword, but nothing he said:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The miller down did fall, crying before them all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Doubting the king would cut off his head.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But he, his kind courtesy for to requite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gave him great living, and dubb'd him a knight.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<h4>PART THE SECOND.</h4>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<div class="dropcap" style="width: 47px;">
+<img src="images/drop_w.png" width="47" height="50" alt="W" title="W" />
+</div>
+<span class="i0"><span class="droppedcap">W</span>hen as our royal king came home from Nottingham,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And with his nobles at Westminster lay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Recounting the sports and pastimes they had taken,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In this late progress along on the way;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of them all, great and small, he did protest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The miller of Mansfield's sport lik&egrave;d him best.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And now, my lords, quoth the king, I am determined<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Against St. George's next sumptuous feast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That this old miller, our new confirmed knight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With his son Richard, shall here be my guest:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For, in this merriment, 'tis my desire<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To talk with the jolly knight, and the young squire.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When as the noble lords saw the king's pleasantness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They were right joyful and glad in their hearts:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A pursuivant there was sent straight on the business,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The which had oftentimes been in those parts.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he came to the place, where they did dwell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His message orderly then 'gan he tell.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God save your worship, then said the messenger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And grant your lady her own heart's desire;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And to your son Richard good fortune and happiness;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That sweet, gentle, and gallant young squire.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our king greets you well, and thus he doth say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You must come to the court on St. George's day.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Therefore, in any case, fail not to be in place.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wis, quoth the miller, this is an odd jest:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What should we do there? faith, I am half afraid.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I doubt, quoth Richard, to be hang'd at the least.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nay, quoth the messenger, you do mistake;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our king he provides a great feast for your sake.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then said the miller, By my troth, messenger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou hast contented my worship full well.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hold, here are three farthings, to quite thy gentleness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For these happy tidings which thou dost tell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let me see, hear thou me; tell to our king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll wait on his mastership in everything.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The pursuivant smiled at their simplicity,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And, making many legs, took the reward;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his leave taking with great humility<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the king's court again he repaired;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Showing unto his grace, merry and free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The knight's most liberal gift and bounty.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When he was gone away, thus 'gan the miller say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Here come expenses and charges indeed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now must we needs be brave, tho' we spend all we have;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For of new garments we have great need:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of horses and serving-men we must have store,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With bridles and saddles, and twenty things more.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tush, sir John, quo' his wife, why should you fret, or frown?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You shall ne'er be at no charges for me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I will turn and trim up my old russet gown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With everything else as fine as may be;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And on our mill-horses swift we will ride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With pillows and pannels, as we shall provide.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In this most stately sort, rode they unto the court,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their jolly son Richard rode foremost of all;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who set up, for good hap,<a name="FNanchor_135_135" id="FNanchor_135_135"></a><a href="#Footnote_135_135" class="fnanchor">[135]</a> a cock's feather in his cap,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And so they jetted<a name="FNanchor_136_136" id="FNanchor_136_136"></a><a href="#Footnote_136_136" class="fnanchor">[136]</a> down to the king's hall;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The merry old miller with hands on his side;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His wife, like maid Marian, did mince at that tide.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The king and his nobles that heard of their coming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Meeting this gallant knight with his brave train;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Welcome, sir knight, quoth he, with your gay lady:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good sir John Cockle, once welcome again:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so is the squire of courage so free.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quoth Dick, A bots on you! do you know me?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span><span class="i0">The king and his courtiers laugh at this heartily,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While the king taketh them both by the hand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the court-dames and maids, like to the queen of spades,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The miller's wife did so orderly stand.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A milk-maid's courtesy at every word;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And down all the folks were set to the board.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There the king royally, in princely majesty,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sate at his dinner with joy and delight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When they had eaten well, then he to jesting fell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And in a bowl of wine drank to the knight:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here's to you both, in wine, ale, and beer;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thanking you heartily for my good cheer.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Quoth sir John Cockle, I'll pledge you a pottle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were it the best ale in Nottinghamshire:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But then, said our king, now I think of a thing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some of your lightfoot I would we had here.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Ho! ho! quoth Richard, full well I may say it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Tis knavery to eat it, and then to betray it.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why art thou angry? quoth our king merrily;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In faith I take it now very unkind:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I thought thou wouldst pledge me in ale and wine heartily.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Quoth Dick, You are like to stay till I have din'd:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You feed us with twatling dishes so small;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Zounds, a black-pudding is better than all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus in great merriment was the time wholly spent;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And then the ladies prepar&egrave;d to dance.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Old Sir John Cockle, and Richard, incontinent<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Unto their places the king did advance.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here with the ladies such sport they did make,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The nobles with laughing did make their sides ache.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Many thanks for their pains did the king give them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Asking young Richard then, if he would wed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Among these ladies free, tell me which liketh thee?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Quoth he, Jugg Grumball, Sir, with the red head:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She's my love, she's my life, her will I wed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She hath sworn I shall have her wedding bed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then sir John Cockle the king called unto him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And of merry Sherwood made him o'erseer;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And gave him out of hand three hundred pound yearly:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Take heed now you steal no more of my deer:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And once a quarter let's here have your view;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now, sir John Cockle, I bid you adieu.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/chap15_tail.png" width="250" height="73" alt="Decoration" title="Decoration" />
+</div>
+
+<div class="footnotes"><h4>FOOTNOTES:</h4>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_133_133" id="Footnote_133_133"></a><a href="#FNanchor_133_133"><span class="label">[133]</span></a> The king says this.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_134_134" id="Footnote_134_134"></a><a href="#FNanchor_134_134"><span class="label">[134]</span></a> Ale and roasted apples.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_135_135" id="Footnote_135_135"></a><a href="#FNanchor_135_135"><span class="label">[135]</span></a> For good luck.</p></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_136_136" id="Footnote_136_136"></a><a href="#FNanchor_136_136"><span class="label">[136]</span></a> Strutted.</p></div>
+</div>
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+<h1>Transcriber's Note.</h1>
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+<p>Inconsistent hyphenation has been standardised within each poem.</p>
+<p>All spelling variations and accents have been left as originally printed.</p>
+<p>To match the table of contents, section headings within "Sir Andrew Barton" have been changed as follows:<br />
+&nbsp;&nbsp;THE FIRST PART  ==> PART THE FIRST<br />
+&nbsp;&nbsp;THE SECOND PART ==> PART THE SECOND</p>
+<p>The illustrations on <a href="#Illustration_CLOUDESLY">p36</a> and <a href="#Illustration_ADAM_BELL">p60</a> have been swapped to match the description in the list of illustrations.</p>
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Book of Brave Old Ballads, by Unknown
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
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+
+
+Title: The Book of Brave Old Ballads
+
+Author: Unknown
+
+Illustrator: John Gilbert
+
+Release Date: May 15, 2008 [EBook #25480]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE BOOK OF BRAVE OLD BALLADS ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe, Chris Logan and the
+Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net
+(This file was made using scans of public domain works in
+the International Children's Digital Library.)
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE BOOK
+
+OF
+
+BRAVE OLD BALLADS.
+
+Illustrated with Sixteen Coloured Engravings,
+
+FROM DRAWINGS BY JOHN GILBERT.
+
+
+"_I never heard the old song of Percie and Douglas, that I found not
+my heart moved more than with a trumpet._"--SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
+
+
+LONDON: WARD, LOCK, AND TYLER, WARWICK HOUSE, PATERNOSTER ROW.
+
+
+
+
+LONDON: PRINTED BY J. OGDEN AND CO., 172, ST. JOHN STREET, E.C.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: THE FROLICSOME DUKE, OR THE TINKER'S GOOD FORTUNE.]
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+                                                                  PAGE
+
+    ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE                                   1
+
+    THE CHILDE OF ELLE                                              17
+
+    ADAM BELL, CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, AND WILLIAM OF CLOUDESLY--
+
+      Part the First                                                30
+      Part the Second                                               43
+      Part the Third                                                55
+
+    SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE                                            74
+
+    THE FROLICKSOME DUKE; OR, THE TINKER'S GOOD FORTUNE             82
+
+    THE MORE MODERN BALLAD OF CHEVY CHASE                           89
+
+    KING EDWARD IV. AND THE TANNER OF TAMWORTH                     106
+
+    THE HEIR OF LINNE--
+
+      Part the First                                               118
+      Part the Second                                              124
+
+    SIR ANDREW BARTON--
+
+      Part the First                                               133
+      Part the Second                                              142
+
+    BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBEY                                         155
+
+    KING JOHN AND THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY                          162
+
+    ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR                                170
+
+    ROBIN HOOD AND ALLEN-A-DALE                                    181
+
+    VALENTINE AND URSINE--
+
+      Part the First                                               188
+      Part the Second                                              198
+
+    THE KING AND THE MILLER OF MANSFIELD--
+
+      Part the First                                               214
+      Part the Second                                              222
+
+
+
+
+ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+
+                                                                  PAGE
+
+    1. SIR GUY OF GISBORNE.
+
+        _He took Sir Guy's head by the hair,
+        And stuck it upon his bow's end_                            11
+
+    2. THE CHILDE OF ELLE.
+
+        _Pardon, my lord and father dear,
+        This fair young knight and me_                              28
+
+    3. ADAM BELL, CLYM OF THE CLOUGH, &C.
+
+        _Cloudesly bent a right good bow,
+        That was of a trusty tree_                                  36
+
+    4.  _They kneeled down without hindrance,
+        And each held up his hand_                                  60
+
+    5. SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE.
+
+        _She brought him to a river side
+        And also to a tree_                                         76
+
+    6. THE FROLICKSOME DUKE. (_Frontispiece._)
+
+        _Now he lay something late, in his rich bed of state,
+        Till at last knights and squires, they on him did wait_     84
+
+    7. CHEVY CHASE.
+
+        _Then leaving life, Earl Percy took
+        The dead man by the hand_                                   99
+
+    8. KING EDWARD AND THE TANNER.
+
+        _The tanner he pull'd, the tanner he sweat,
+        And held by the pummel fast_                               114
+
+    9. THE HEIR OF LINNE.
+
+        _And he pull'd forth three bags of gold,
+        And laid them down upon the board_                         130
+
+    10. SIR ANDREW BARTON.
+
+        _They boarded then his noble ship,
+        They boarded it with might and main_                       150
+
+    11. THE BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBEY.
+
+        _They kneeled on the ground,
+        And praised God devoutly_                                  157
+
+    12. THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY.
+
+        _Then home rode the abbot of comfort so cold,
+        And he met his shepherd a going to fold_                   165
+
+    13. ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR.
+
+        _The friar took Robin Hood on his back,
+        Deep water he did bestride_                                174
+
+    14. THE MARRIAGE OF ALLEN-A-DALE.
+
+        _He ask'd them seven times in the church,
+        Lest three times should not be enough_                     187
+
+    15. VALENTINE AND URSINE.
+
+        _And kneeling down upon his knee,
+        Presents him to the king_                                  197
+
+    16. THE MILLER OF MANSFIELD.
+
+        _Well, quo' the miller's wife, young man, ye're
+          welcome here;
+        And, though I say it, well lodged shall be_                218
+
+
+
+
+THE BOY'S BOOK OF BALLADS.
+
+ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE.
+
+
+    When shaws[1] be sheen,[2] and swards full fair,
+      And leaves both large and long,
+    It is merry walking in the fair forest
+      To hear the small birds' song.
+
+    The woodweel[3] sang, and would not cease,
+      Sitting upon the spray,
+    So loud, he wakened Robin Hood,
+      In the greenwood where he lay.
+
+    Now by my faith, said jolly Robin,
+      A sweaven[4] I had this night;
+    I dreamt me of two wight[5] yeomen
+      That fast with me can fight.
+
+    Methought they did me beat and bind,
+      And took my bow me fro';
+    If I be Robin alive in this land,
+      I'll be wroken[6] on them two.
+
+    Sweavens are swift, master, quoth John,
+      As the wind that blows o'er a hill;
+    For if it be never so loud this night,
+      To-morrow it may be still.
+
+    Busk ye, bowne[7] ye, my merry men all,
+      And John shall go with me,
+    For I'll go seek yon wight yeomen,
+      In the greenwood where they be.
+
+    Then they cast on their gowns of green,
+      And took their bows each one,
+    And they away to the green forest,
+      A shooting forth are gone;
+
+    Until they came to the merry greenwood,
+      Where they had gladdest be,
+    There were they aware of a wight yeoman,
+      His body leaned to a tree.
+
+    A sword and a dagger he wore by his side,
+      Of many a man the bane;
+    And he was clad in his capull[8] hide
+      Top and tail and mane.
+
+    Stand you still, master, quoth Little John,
+      Under this tree so green,
+    And I will go to yon wight yeoman
+      To know what he doth mean.
+
+    Ah! John, by me thou settest no store,
+      And that I fairly find;
+    How oft send I my men before,
+      And tarry myself behind?
+
+    It is no cunning a knave to ken,
+      An[9] a man but hear him speak;
+    An it were not for bursting of my bow,
+      John, I thy head would break.
+
+    As often words they breeden bale,[10]
+      So they parted, Robin and John;
+    And John is gone to Barnesdale:
+      The gates[11] he knoweth each one.
+
+    But when he came to Barnesdale,
+      Great heaviness there he had,
+    For he found two of his own fellows
+      Were slain both in a glade.
+
+    And Scarlett he was flying a-foot
+      Fast over stock and stone,
+    For the proud sheriff with seven score men
+      Fast after him is gone.
+
+    One shot now I will shoot, quoth John,
+      (With Christe his might and main;)
+    I'll make yon fellow that flies so fast,
+      To stop he shall be fain.
+
+    Then John bent up his long bende-bow,
+      And fettled[12] him to shoot:
+    The bow was made of tender bough,
+      And fell down to his foot.
+
+    Woe worth, woe worth thee, wicked wood,
+      That ere thou grew on a tree;
+    For now this day thou art my bale,
+      My boote[13] when thou shouldst be.
+
+    His shoot it was but loosely shot,
+      Yet flew not the arrow in vain,
+    For it met one of the sheriff's men,--
+      Good William-a-Trent was slain.
+
+    It had been better for William-a-Trent
+      To have been a-bed with sorrow,
+    Than to be that day in the greenwood glade
+      To meet with Little John's arrow.
+
+    But as it is said, when men be met,
+      Five can do more than three,
+    The sheriff hath taken Little John,
+      And bound him fast to a tree.
+
+    Thou shalt be drawn by dale and down,
+      And hang'd high on a hill.
+    But thou mayst fail of thy purpose, quoth John,
+      If it be Christe his will.
+
+    Let us leave talking of Little John,
+      And think of Robin Hood,
+    How he is gone to the wight yeoman,
+      Where under the leaves he stood.
+
+    Good morrow, good fellow, said Robin so fair,
+      Good morrow, good fellow, quoth he:
+    Methinks by this bow thou bear'st in thy hand,
+      A good archer thou shouldst be.
+
+    I am wilful[14] of my way, quo' the yeoman,
+      And of my morning tide.
+    I'll lead thee through the wood, said Robin;
+      Good fellow, I'll be thy guide.
+
+    I seek an outlaw, the stranger said,
+      Men call him Robin Hood;
+    Rather I'd meet with that proud outlaw
+      Than forty pounds so good.
+
+    Now come with me, thou wighty yeoman,
+      And Robin thou soon shalt see:
+    But first let us some pastime find
+      Under the greenwood tree.
+
+    First let us some mastery make
+      Among the woods so even,
+    We may chance to meet with Robin Hood
+      Here at some unset[15] steven.
+
+    They cut them down two summer shoggs,[16]
+      That grew both under a briar,
+    And set them threescore rod, in twain,
+      To shoot the pricks[17] y-fere.[18]
+
+    Lead on, good fellow, quoth Robin Hood,
+      Lead on, I do bid thee.
+    Nay by my faith, good fellow, he said,
+      My leader thou shalt be.
+
+    The first time Robin shot at the prick,
+      He miss'd but an inch it fro';
+    The yeoman he was an archer good,
+      But he could never shoot so.
+
+    The second shoot had the wighty yeoman,
+      He shot within the garland;[19]
+    But Robin he shot far better than he,
+      For he clave the good prick-wand.
+
+    A blessing upon thy heart, he said;
+      Good fellow, thy shooting is good;
+    For an thy heart be as good as thy hand,
+      Thou wert better than Robin Hood.
+
+    Now tell me thy name, good fellow, said he,
+      Under the leaves of lyne.[20]
+    Nay, by my faith, quoth bold Robin,
+      Till thou have told me thine.
+
+    I dwell by dale and down, quoth he,
+      And Robin to take I'm sworn;
+    And when I am called by my right name,
+      I am Guy of good Gisborne.
+
+    My dwelling is in this wood, says Robin,
+      By thee I set right nought:
+    I am Robin Hood of Barnesdale,
+      Whom thou so long hast sought.
+
+    He that had neither been kith nor kin,
+      Might have seen a full fair sight,
+    To see how together these yeomen went
+      With blades both brown and bright.
+
+    To see how these yeomen together they fought
+      Two hours of a summer's day:
+    Yet neither Robin Hood nor sir Guy
+      Them fettled to fly away.
+
+[Illustration: ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE.]
+
+    Robin was reachles[21] of a root,
+      And stumbled at that tide;
+    And Guy was quick and nimble withal,
+      And hit him o'er the left side.
+
+    Ah dear Lady, said Robin Hood, thou,
+      Thou art both mother and may',[22]
+    I think it was never man's destiny
+      To die before his day.
+
+    Robin thought on our Lady dear,
+      And soon leapt up again,
+    And straight he came with a backward stroke,
+      And he sir Guy hath slain.
+
+    He took sir Guy's head by the hair,
+      And stuck it upon his bow's-end:
+    Thou hast been a traitor all thy life,
+      Which thing must have an end.
+
+    Robin pull'd forth an Irish knife,
+      And nick'd sir Guy in the face,
+    That he was never o' woman born,
+      Could tell whose head it was.
+
+    Says, Lie there, lie there now, sir Guy,
+      And with me be not wroth;
+    If thou have had the worst strokes at my hand,
+      Thou shalt have the better cloth.
+
+    Robin did off his gown of green,
+      And on sir Guy did throw,
+    And he put on that capull hide,
+      That clad him top to toe.
+
+    The bow, the arrows, and little horn,
+      Now with me I will bear;
+    For I will away to Barnesdale,
+      To see how my men do fare.
+
+    Robin Hood set Guy's horn to his mouth,
+      And a loud blast in it did blow,
+    That beheard the sheriff of Nottingham,
+      As he leaned under a lowe.[23]
+
+    Hearken, hearken, said the sheriff,
+      I hear now tidings good,
+    For yonder I hear sir Guy's horn blow,
+      And he hath slain Robin Hood.
+
+    Yonder I hear sir Guy's horn blow,
+      It blows so well in tide,
+    And yonder comes that wighty yeoman,
+      Clad in his capull hide.
+
+    Come hither, come hither, thou good sir Guy,
+      Ask what thou wilt of me.
+    O I will none of thy gold, said Robin,
+      Nor I will none of thy fee.
+
+    But now I have slain the master, he says,
+      Let me go strike the knave;
+    For this is all the reward I ask;
+      Nor no other will I have.
+
+    Thou art a madman, said the sheriff,
+      Thou shouldst have had a knight's fee:
+    But seeing thy asking hath been so bad,
+      Well granted it shall be.
+
+    When Little John heard his master speak,
+      Well knew he it was his steven:[24]
+    Now shall I be loosed, quoth Little John,
+      With Christe his might in heaven.
+
+    Fast Robin he hied him to Little John,
+      He thought to loose him belive;[25]
+    The sheriff and all his company
+      Fast after him did drive.
+
+    Stand back, stand back, said Robin;
+      Why draw you me so near?
+    It was never the use in our country,
+      One's shrift another should hear.
+
+    But Robin pull'd forth an Irish knife,
+      And loosed John hand and foot,
+    And gave him sir Guy's bow into his hand,
+      And bade it be his boote.
+
+    Then John he took Guy's bow in his hand,
+      His bolts and arrows each one:
+    When the sheriff saw Little John bend his bow,
+      He fettled him to be gone.
+
+    Towards his house in Nottingham town,
+      He fled full fast away;
+    And so did all the company:
+      Not one behind would stay.
+
+    But he could neither run so fast,
+      Nor away so fast could ride,
+    But Little John with an arrow so broad,
+      He shot him into the back-side.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[1] Woods.
+
+[2] Shining.
+
+[3] A kind of thrush.
+
+[4] Dream.
+
+[5] Strong.
+
+[6] Revenged.
+
+[7] Make ready.
+
+[8] Horse-hide.
+
+[9] If.
+
+[10] Mischief.
+
+[11] Ways.
+
+[12] Made ready.
+
+[13] Help.
+
+[14] Missing.
+
+[15] Unexpectedly.
+
+[16] Twigs.
+
+[17] Marks.
+
+[18] Together.
+
+[19] A ring round the prick.
+
+[20] Lime.
+
+[21] Careless.
+
+[22] Maid.
+
+[23] Little hill.
+
+[24] Voice.
+
+[25] Immediately.
+
+
+
+
+THE CHILDE[26] OF ELLE.
+
+
+    On yonder hill a castle stands,
+      With walls and towers bedight,[27]
+    And yonder lives the Childe of Elle,
+      A young and comely knight.
+
+    The Childe of Elle to his garden went,
+      And stood at his garden-pale,
+    When, lo! he beheld fair Emmeline's page
+      Come tripping down the dale.
+
+    The Childe of Elle he hied him thence,
+      I wist he stood not still,
+    And soon he met fair Emmeline's page
+      Come climbing up the hill.
+
+    Now Christe thee save, thou little foot-page,
+      Now Christe thee save and see!
+    Oh tell me how does thy lady gay,
+      And what may thy tidings be?
+
+    My lady she is all woe-begone,
+      And the tears they fall from her eyne;[28]
+    And aye she laments the deadly feud
+      Between her house and thine.
+
+    And here she sends thee a silken scarf
+      Bedewed with many a tear,
+    And bids thee sometimes think on her,
+      Who loved thee so dear.
+
+    And here she sends thee a ring of gold,
+      The last boon thou may'st have,
+    And bids thee wear it for her sake,
+      When she is laid in grave.
+
+    For, ah! her gentle heart is broke,
+      And in grave soon must she be,
+    For her father hath chose her a new love,
+      And forbid her to think of thee.
+
+    Her father hath brought her a carlish[29] knight,
+      Sir John of the north countrey,
+    And within three days she must him wed,
+      Or he vows he will her slay.
+
+    Now hie thee back, thou little foot-page,
+      And greet thy lady from me,
+    And tell her that I, her own true love,
+      Will die, or set her free.
+
+    Now hie thee back, thou little foot-page,
+      And let thy fair lady know,
+    This night will I be at her bower-window,
+      Betide me weal or woe.
+
+    The boy he tripped, the boy he ran,
+      He neither stint[30] nor stay'd
+    Until he came to fair Emmeline's bower,
+      When, kneeling down, he said,
+
+    O lady, I've been with thine own true love,
+      And he greets thee well by me;
+    This night will he be at thy bower-window,
+      And die or set thee free.
+
+    Now day was gone, and night was come,
+      And all were fast asleep,
+    All save the lady Emmeline,
+      Who sate in her bower to weep:
+
+    And soon she heard her true love's voice
+      Low whispering at the wall;
+    Awake, awake, my dear lady,
+      'Tis I, thy true love, call.
+
+    Awake, awake, my lady dear,
+      Come, mount this fair palfrey:
+    This ladder of ropes will let thee down,
+      I'll carry thee hence away.
+
+    Now nay, now nay, thou gentle knight,
+      Now nay, this may not be;
+    For aye should I tint[31] my maiden fame,
+      If alone I should wend[32] with thee.
+
+    O lady, thou with a knight so true
+      May'st safely wend alone;
+    To my lady mother I will thee bring,
+      Where marriage shall make us one.
+
+    My father he is a baron bold,
+      Of lineage proud and high;
+    And what would he say if his daughter
+      Away with a knight should fly?
+
+    Ah! well I wot, he never would rest,
+      Nor his meat should do him no good,
+    Till he had slain thee, Childe of Elle,
+      And seen thy dear heart's blood.
+
+    O lady, wert thou in thy saddle set,
+      And a little space him fro',
+    I would not care for thy cruel father,
+      Nor the worst that he could do.
+
+    O lady, wert thou in thy saddle set,
+      And once without this wall,
+    I would not care for thy cruel father,
+      Nor the worst that might befall.
+
+    Fair Emmeline sighed, fair Emmeline wept,
+      And aye her heart was woe:
+    At length he seized her lily-white hand,
+      And down the ladder he drew:
+
+    And thrice he clasped her to his breast,
+      And kissed her tenderly:
+    The tears that fell from her fair eyes,
+      Ran like the fountain free.
+
+    He mounted himself on his steed so tall,
+      And her on a fair palfrey,
+    And slung his bugle about his neck,
+      And roundly they rode away.
+
+    All this beheard her own damsel,
+      In her bed wherein she lay;
+    Quoth she, My lord shall know of this,
+      So I shall have gold and fee.
+
+    Awake, awake, thou baron bold!
+      Awake, my noble dame!
+    Your daughter is fled with the Childe of Elle,
+      To do the deed of shame.
+
+    The baron he woke, the baron he rose,
+      And called his merry men all:
+    And come thou forth, Sir John the knight,
+      Thy lady is carried to thrall.
+
+    Fair Emmeline scarce had ridden a mile,
+      A mile forth of the town,
+    When she was aware of her father's men
+      Come galloping over the down:
+
+    And foremost came the carlish knight,
+      Sir John of the north countrey:
+    Now stop, now stop, thou false traitor,
+      Nor carry that lady away.
+
+    For she is come of high lineage,
+      And was of a lady born,
+    And ill it beseems thee, a false churl's son,
+      To carry her hence to scorn.
+
+    Now loud thou liest, Sir John the knight,
+      Now thou dost lie of me;
+    A knight me got, and a lady me bore,
+      So never did none by thee.
+
+    But light now down, my lady fair,
+      Light down, and hold my steed,
+    While I and this discourteous knight
+      Do try this arduous deed.
+
+    But light now down, my dear lady,
+      Light down, and hold my horse;
+    While I and this discourteous knight
+      Do try our valour's force.
+
+    Fair Emmeline sighed, fair Emmeline
+      And aye her heart was woe,
+    While 'twixt her love and the carlish knight
+      Past many a baleful blow.
+
+    The Childe of Elle he fought so well,
+      As his weapon he waved amain,
+    That soon he had slain the carlish knight,
+      And laid him upon the plain.
+
+    And now the baron and all his men
+      Full fast approached nigh:
+    Ah! what may lady Emmeline do!
+      'Twere now no boote[33] to fly.
+
+    Her lover he put his horn to his mouth,
+      And blew both loud and shrill,
+    And soon he saw his own merry men
+      Come riding over the hill.
+
+    Now hold thy hand, thou bold baron,
+      I pray thee, hold thy hand,
+    Nor ruthless rend two gentle hearts,
+      Fast knit in true love's band.
+
+    Thy daughter I have dearly loved
+      Full long and many a day;
+    But with such love as holy kirk
+      Hath freely said we may.
+
+    O give consent she may be mine,
+      And bless a faithful pair:
+    My lands and livings are not small,
+      My house and lineage fair:
+
+    My mother she was an earl's daughter,
+      And a noble knight my sire--
+    The baron he frowned, and turned away
+      With mickle[34] dole and ire.
+
+    Fair Emmeline sighed, fair Emmeline wept,
+      And did all trembling stand:
+    At length she sprang upon her knee,
+      And held his lifted hand.
+
+    Pardon, my lord and father dear,
+      This fair young knight and me:
+    Trust me, but for the carlish knight,
+      I never had fled from thee.
+
+    Oft have you called your Emmeline
+      Your darling and your joy;
+    O let not then your harsh resolves
+      Your Emmeline destroy.
+
+    The baron he stroked his dark-brown cheek,
+      And turned his head aside
+    To wipe away the starting tear
+      He proudly strove to hide.
+
+    In deep revolving thought he stood,
+      And mused a little space:
+    Then raised fair Emmeline from the ground,
+      With many a fond embrace.
+
+[Illustration: THE CHILD OF ELLE.]
+
+    Here, take her, Childe of Elle, he said,
+      And gave her lily hand;
+    Here, take my dear and only child,
+      And with her half my land:
+
+    Thy father once mine honour wronged
+      In days of youthful pride;
+    Do thou the injury repair
+      In fondness for thy bride.
+
+    And as thou love her, and hold her dear,
+      Heaven prosper thee and thine:
+    And now my blessing wend wi' thee,
+      My lovely Emmeline.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[26] Knight.
+
+[27] Bedeck'd.
+
+[28] Eyes.
+
+[29] Churlish.
+
+[30] Stopped.
+
+[31] Lose.
+
+[32] Go.
+
+[33] Good.
+
+[34] Much grief.
+
+
+
+
+ADAM BELL, CLYM OF THE CLOUGH,[35] AND WILLIAM OF CLOUDESLY.
+
+
+PART THE FIRST.
+
+    Merry it was in the green forest
+      Among the leaves green,
+    Wherein men hunt east and west
+      With bows and arrows keen;
+
+    To raise the deer out of their den;
+      Such sights hath oft been seen;
+    As by three yeomen of the north countrey,
+      By them it is I mean.
+
+    The one of them hight[36] Adam Bell,
+      The other Clym of the Clough,
+    The third was William of Cloudesly,
+      An archer good enough.
+
+    They were outlawed for venison,
+      These yeomen everyone;
+    They swore together upon a day,
+      To English wood to be gone.
+
+    Now lithe and listen, gentlemen,
+      That of mirth loveth to hear:
+    Two of them were single men,
+      The third had a wedded fere.[37]
+
+    William was the wedded man,
+      Much more then was his care:
+    He said to his brethren upon a day,
+      To Carlisle he would fare,[38]
+
+    For to speak with fair Alice his wife,
+      And with his children three.
+    By my troth, said Adam Bell,
+      Not by the counsel of me:
+
+    For if ye go to Carlisle, brother,
+      And from this wild wood wend,
+    If that the justice should you take,
+      Your life were at an end.
+
+    If that I come not to-morrow, brother,
+      By pryme[39] to you again,
+    Trust you then that I am taken
+      Or else that I am slain.
+
+    He took his leave of his brethren two,
+      And to Carlisle he is gone:
+    There he knock'd at his own window
+      Shortly and anon.
+
+    Where be you, fair Alice, he said,
+      My wife and children three?
+    Lightly let in thine own husband,
+      William of Cloudesly.
+
+    Alas! then said fair Alice,
+      And sighed wondrous sore,
+    This place hath been beset for you
+      This half a year and more.
+
+    Now am I here, said Cloudesly,
+      I would that in I were:
+    Now fetch us meat and drink enough,
+      And let us make good cheer.
+
+    She fetched him meat and drink plenty,
+      Like a true wedded wife;
+    And pleased him with that she had,
+      Whom she loved as her life.
+
+    There lay an old wife in that place,
+      A little beside the fire,
+    Which William had found of charity
+      More than seven year.
+
+    Up she rose, and forth she goes,
+      Evil may she speed therefore;
+    For she had set no foot on ground
+      In seven year before.
+
+    She went unto the justice hall,
+      As fast as she could hie:
+    This night, she said, is come to town
+      William of Cloudesly.
+
+    Thereat the justice was full fayne,[40]
+      And so was the sheriff also:
+    Thou shalt not travel hither, dame, for nought;
+      Thy meed thou shalt have ere thou go.
+
+    They gave to her a right good gown
+      Of scarlet, and of grain:[41]
+    She took the gift, and home she went,
+      And couched her down again.
+
+    They raised the town of merry Carlisle
+      In all the haste they can;
+    And came thronging to William's house,
+      As fast as they might ran.
+
+    There they beset that good yeoman
+      Round about on every side:
+    William heard great noise of folks
+      That thither-ward fast hied.
+
+    Alice opened a back window
+      And looked all about,
+    She was 'ware of the justice and sheriff both,
+      And with them a great rout.
+
+    Alas! treason, cried Alice,
+      Ever woe may thou be!
+    Go into my chamber, husband, she said,
+      Sweet William of Cloudesly.
+
+    He took his sword and his buckler,
+      His bow and his children three,
+    And went into his strongest chamber,
+      Where he thought surest to be.
+
+    Fair Alice, like a lover true,
+      Took a pollaxe in her hand:
+    Said, He shall die that cometh in
+      This door, while I may stand.
+
+    Cloudesly bent a right good bow,
+      That was of a trusty tree,
+    He smote the justice on the breast,
+      That his arrow burst in three.
+
+[Illustration: ADAM BELL AND CLYM OF THE CLOUGH.]
+
+    A curse on his heart, said William,
+      This day thy coat put on!
+    If it had been no better than mine,
+      That had gone near thy bone.
+
+    Yield thee, Cloudesly, said the justice,
+      And thy bow and thy arrows thee fro'.
+    A curse on his heart, said fair Alice,
+      That my husband counselleth so.
+
+    Set fire on the house, said the sheriff,
+      Since it will no better be,
+    And burn we therein William, he said,
+      His wife and children three.
+
+    They fired the house in many a place,
+      The fire flew up on high:
+    Alas! then cried fair Alice,
+      I see we here shall die.
+
+    William opened a back window,
+      That was in his chamber hi',
+    And there with sheets he did let down
+      His wife and children three.
+
+    Have you here my treasure, said William,
+      My wife and my children three:
+    For Christ's love do them no harm,
+      But wreak you all on me.
+
+    William shot so wondrous well,
+      Till his arrows were all ago',
+    And the fire so fast upon him fell
+      That his bowstring burnt in two.
+
+    The sparkles burnt and fell upon
+      Good William of Cloudesly:
+    Then was he a woeful man, and said,
+      This is a coward's death to me.
+
+    Liever had I, said William,
+      With my sword in the route to run,
+    Than here among mine enemies wode[42]
+      Thus cruelly to burn.
+
+    He took his sword and his buckler,
+      And among them all he ran:
+    Where the people were most in prece,[43]
+      He smote down many a man.
+
+    There might no man abide his strokes,
+      So fiercely on them he ran:
+    Then they threw windows, and doors on him,
+      And so took that good yeoman.
+
+    There they him bound both hand and foot,
+      And in deep dungeon him cast:
+    Now Cloudesly, said the justice,
+      Thou shalt be hanged in haste.
+
+    A pair of new gallows, said the sheriff,
+      Now shall I for thee make;
+    And the gates of Carlisle shall be shut:
+      No man shall come in thereat.
+
+    Then shall not help Clym of the Clough,
+      Nor yet shall Adam Bell,
+    Though they came with a thousand more,
+      Nor all the devils in hell.
+
+    Early in the morning the justice uprose,
+      To the gates first gan he to gon',
+    And commanded to be shut full close
+      Lightly every one.
+
+    Then went he to the market place,
+      As fast as he could hie;
+    There a pair of new gallows he set up
+      Beside the pillory.
+
+    A little boy among them asked,
+      What meaneth that gallows-tree?
+    They said to hang a good yeoman,
+      Called William of Cloudesly.
+
+    That little boy was the town swine-herd,
+      And kept fair Alice's swine;
+    Oft he had seen William in the wood,
+      And given him there to dine.
+
+    He went out at a crevice in the wall,
+      And lightly to the wood did gon';
+    There met he with these wight yeomen
+      Shortly and anon.
+
+    Alas! then said that little boy,
+      Ye tarry here all too long;
+    Cloudesly is taken, and dampned[44] to death,
+      All ready for to hong.[45]
+
+    Alas! then said good Adam Bell,
+      That ever we see this day!
+    He had better with us have tarried,
+      So oft as we did him pray.
+
+    He might have dwelt in green forest,
+      Under the shadows green,
+    And have kept both him and us at rest,
+      Out of all trouble and teen.[46]
+
+    Adam bent a right good bow,
+      A great hart soon he had slain;
+    Take that, child, he said, to thy dinner,
+      And bring me mine arrow again.
+
+    Now go we hence, said these wight yeomen,
+      Tarry we no longer here;
+    We shall him borrow[47] by God his grace,
+      Though we buy it full dear.
+
+    To Carlisle went these bold yeomen,
+      All in the morning of May.
+    Here is a FYT[48] of Cloudesly,
+      And another is for to say.
+
+
+PART THE SECOND.
+
+    And when they came to merry Carlisle,
+      All in the morning tide,
+    They found the gates shut them against
+      About on every side.
+
+    Alas! then said good Adam Bell,
+      That ever we were made men!
+    These gates he shut so wondrous fast,
+      We may not come therein.
+
+    Then bespake him Clym of the Clough,
+      With a wile we will us in bring;
+    Let us say we be messengers,
+      Straight come now from our king.
+
+    Adam said, I have a letter written,
+      Now let us wisely work,
+    We will say we have the king's seal;
+      I hold the porter no clerk.
+
+    Then Adam Bell beat on the gates
+      With strokes great and strong,
+    The porter marvelled who was there,
+      And to the gates he throng.[49]
+
+    Who is there now, said the porter,
+      That maketh all this knocking?
+    We be two messengers, quoth Clym of the Clough,
+      Be come right from our king.
+
+    We have a letter, said Adam Bell,
+      To the justice we must it bring;
+    Let us in our message to do,
+      That we may again to the king.
+
+    Here cometh none in, said the porter,
+      By him that died on a tree,
+    Till a false thief be hanged up,
+      Called William of Cloudesly.
+
+    Then spake the good yeoman, Clym of the Clough,
+      And swore by Mary free,
+    And if that we stand long without,
+      Like a thief hanged thou shalt be.
+
+    Lo! here we have the king's seal:
+      What, Lurden,[50] art thou wood?[51]
+    The porter thought it had been so,
+      And lightly did off his hood.
+
+    Welcome is my lord's seal, he said;
+      For that ye shall come in.
+    He opened the gate full shortly;
+      An evil opening for him.
+
+    Now are we in, said Adam Bell,
+      Whereof we are full fain;
+    But Christ he knowes, that harrowed hell,
+      How we shall come out again.
+
+    Had we the keys, said Clym of the Clough,
+      Right well then should we speed,
+    Then might we come out well enough
+      When we see time and need.
+
+    They called the porter to counsel,
+      And wrung his neck in two,
+    And cast him in a deep dungeon,
+      And took his keys him fro'.
+
+    Now am I porter, said Adam Bell,
+      See, brother, the keys are here,
+    The worst porter to merry Carlisle
+      That they had this hundred year.
+
+    And now will we our bows bend,
+      Into the town will we go,
+    For to deliver our dear brother,
+      That lyeth in care and woe.
+
+    Then they bent their good yew bows,
+      And looked their strings were round,
+    The market place in merry Carlisle
+      They beset that stound.[52]
+
+    And, as they looked them beside,
+      A pair of new gallows they see,
+    And the justice with a quest of squires,
+      Had judged William hanged to be.
+
+    And Cloudesly lay ready there in a cart,
+      Fast bound both foot and hand;
+    And a strong rope about his neck,
+      All ready for to hang.
+
+    The justice called to him a lad,
+      Cloudesly's clothes he should have,
+    To take the measure of that yeoman,
+      Thereafter to make his grave.
+
+    I have seen as great marvel, said Cloudesly,
+      As between this and pryme,[53]
+    He that maketh a grave for me
+      Himself may lie therein.
+
+    Thou speakest proudly, said the justice,
+      I will thee hang with my hand.
+    Full well heard this his brethren two,
+      There still as they did stand.
+
+    Then Cloudesly cast his eyes aside,
+      And saw his brethren twain
+    At a corner of the market place,
+      Ready the justice for to slain.
+
+    I see comfort, said Cloudesly,
+      Yet hope I well to fare,
+    If I might have my hands at will
+      Right little would I care.
+
+    Then spake good Adam Bell
+      To Clym of the Clough so free,
+    Brother, see you mark the justice well;
+      Lo! yonder you may him see:
+
+    And at the sheriff shoot I will
+      Strongly with arrow keen;
+    A better shot in merry Carlisle
+      This seven year was not seen.
+
+    They loosed their arrows both at once,
+      Of no man had they dread;
+    The one hit the justice, the other the sheriff,
+      That both their sides 'gan bleed.
+
+    All men 'voided, that them stood nigh,
+      When the justice fell to the ground,
+    And the sheriff nigh him by;
+      Either had his death's wound.
+
+    All the citizens fast began to fly,
+      They durst no longer abide:
+    There lightly they loosed Cloudesly,
+      Where he with ropes lay tied.
+
+    William start to an officer of the town,
+      His axe from his hand he wrung,
+    On each side he smote them down,
+      He thought he tarried too long.
+
+    William said to his brethren two,
+      This day let us live and die,
+    If ever you have need, as I have now,
+      The same shall you find by me.
+
+    They shot so well in that tide,
+      Their strings were of silk full sure,
+    That they kept the streets on every side;
+      That battle did long endure.
+
+    They fought together as brethren true,
+      Like hardy men and bold,
+    Many a man to the ground they threw,
+      And many a heart made cold.
+
+    But when their arrows were all gone,
+      Men pressed to them full fast,
+    They drew their swords then anon,
+      And their bows from them cast.
+
+    They went lightly on their way,
+      With swords and bucklers round;
+    By that it was mid of the day,
+      They made many a wound.
+
+    There was many an out-horn[54] in Carlisle blown,
+      And the bells backward did ring,
+    Many a woman said, Alas!
+      And many their hands did wring.
+
+    The mayor of Carlisle forth was come,
+      With him a full great rout:
+    These yeomen dreaded him full sore,
+      Of their lives they stood in doubt.
+
+    The mayor came armed at full great pace,
+      With a pollaxe in his hand;
+    Many a strong man with him was,
+      There in that stowre[55] to stand.
+
+    The mayor smote at Cloudesly with his bill,
+      His buckler he burst in two,
+    Full many a yeoman with great evil,
+      Alas! Treason they cried for woe.
+    Keep well the gates fast, they bade,
+      That these traitors thereout not go.
+
+    But all for nought was that they wrought,
+      For so fast they down were laid,
+    Till they all three, that so manfully fought,
+      Were gotten without, abroad.
+
+    Have here your keys, said Adam Bell,
+      Mine office I here forsake,
+    And if you do by my counsel
+      A new porter do ye make.
+
+    He threw their keys at their heads,
+      And bade them well to thrive,
+    And all that letteth[56] any good yeoman
+      To come and comfort his wife.
+
+    Thus be these good yeomen gone to the wood,
+      And lightly, as leaf on lynde;[57]
+    To laugh and be merry in their mood,
+      Their enemies were far behind.
+
+    And when they came to English wood,
+      Under the trusty tree,
+    There they found bows full good,
+      And arrows full great plenty.
+
+    So God me help, said Adam Bell,
+      And Clym of the Clough so free,
+    I would we were in merry Carlisle,
+      Before that fair meynye.[58]
+
+    They sate them down, and made good cheer,
+      And ate and drank full well.
+    A second FYT of the wighty yeomen,
+      Another I will you tell.
+
+
+PART THE THIRD.
+
+    As they sat in the merry green wood,
+      Under the green-wood tree,
+    They thought they heard a woman weep,
+      But her they mought[59] not see.
+
+    Sore then sighed the fair Alice:
+      That ever I saw this day!
+    For now is my dear husband slain:
+      Alas! and well-a-way!
+
+    Might I have spoken to his dear brethren,
+      Or with either of them twain,
+    To show to them what him befell,
+      My heart were out of pain.
+
+    Cloudesly walked a little beside,
+      He looked under the green-wood lynde;
+    He was aware of his wife, and children three,
+      Full woe in heart and mind.
+
+    Welcome, wife, then said William,
+      Under this trusty tree:
+    I had ween'd yesterday, by sweet saint John,
+      Thou shouldst me never have see.
+
+    Now well is me that ye be here,
+      My heart is out of woe;
+    Dame, he said, be merry and glad,
+      And thank my brethren two.
+
+    Hereof to speak, said Adam Bell,
+      I think it is no boot:
+    The meat, that we must sup withal,
+      It runneth yet fast on foot.
+
+    Then went they down into a lawn,
+      These noble archers all three;
+    Each of them slew a hart of grease,[60]
+      The best that they could see.
+
+    Have here the best, Alice my wife,
+      Said William of Cloudesly;
+    Because ye so boldly stood by me
+      When I was slain full nigh.
+
+    Then went they all into supper
+      With such meat as they had;
+    And thanked God of their fortune:
+      They were both merry and glad.
+
+    And when they all had supped well,
+      Certainly without lease,[61]
+    Cloudesly said, We will to our king,
+      To get us a charter of peace.
+
+    Alice shall be at our sojourning
+      In a nunnery here beside;
+    My two sons shall with her go,
+      And there they shall abide.
+
+    Mine eldest son shall go with me;
+      For him have you no care:
+    And he shall bring you word again,
+      How that we do fare.
+
+    Thus be these yeomen to London gone,
+      As fast as they might hie,
+    Till they came to the king's palace,
+      Where they would needs be.
+
+    And when they came to the king's court,
+      Unto the palace gate,
+    Of no man would they ask no leave,
+      But boldly went in thereat.
+
+    They pressed prestly[62] into the hall,
+      Of no man had they dread:
+    The porter came after, and did them call,
+      And with them began to chide.
+
+    The usher said, Yeoman, what would ye have?
+      I pray you tell to me:
+    You might thus make officers shent:[63]
+      Good sirs, of whence be ye?
+
+    Sir, we be outlaws of the forest
+      Certainly without lease;
+    And hither we be come to our king,
+      To get us a charter of peace.
+
+    And when they came before the king,
+      As it was the law of the land,
+    They kneeled down without hindrance,
+      And each held up his hand.
+
+    They said, Lord, we beseech thee here,
+      That you will grant us grace;
+    For we have slain your fat fallow deer
+      In many a sundry place.
+
+    What be your names, then said our king,
+      Anon that you tell me?
+    They said, Adam Bell, Clym of the Clough,
+      And William of Cloudesly.
+
+    Be ye those thieves, then said our king,
+      That men have told of to me?
+    Here to God I make a vow,
+      Ye shall be hanged all three.
+
+[Illustration: WILLIAM OF CLOUDESLY.]
+
+    Ye shall be dead without mercy,
+      As I am king of this land.
+    He commanded his officers everyone,
+      Fast on them to lay hand.
+
+    There they took these good yeomen,
+      And arrested them all three:
+    So may I thrive, said Adam Bell,
+      This game liketh not me.
+
+    But, good lord, we beseech you now,
+      That ye grant us grace,
+    Insomuch as freely to you we come,
+      As freely we may from you pass,
+
+    With such weapons as we have here,
+      Till we be out of your place;
+    And if we live this hundred year,
+      We will ask you no grace.
+
+    Ye speak proudly, said the king;
+      Ye shall be hanged all three.
+    That were great pity, then said the queen,
+      If any grace might be.
+
+    My lord, when I came first into this land
+      To be your wedded wife,
+    The first boon that I would ask,
+      Ye would grant it me belyfe:[64]
+
+    And I never asked none till now;
+      Therefore, good lord, grant it me.
+    Now ask it, madam, said the king,
+      And granted it shall be.
+
+    Then, good my lord, I you beseech,
+      These yeomen grant ye me.
+    Madame, ye might have asked a boon,
+      That should have been worth them all three.
+
+    Ye might have asked towers and towns,
+      Parks and forests plenty.
+    None so pleasant to my liking, she said;
+      Nor none so lefe[65] to me.
+
+    Madame, since it is your desire,
+      Your asking granted shall be;
+    But I had lever[66] have given you
+      Good market towns three.
+
+    The queen she was a glad woman,
+      And said, Lord, gramercy:
+    I dare undertake for them,
+      That true men shall they be.
+
+    But, good my lord, speak some merry word,
+      That comfort they may see.
+    I grant you grace, then said our king;
+      Wash, fellows, and to meat go ye.
+
+    They had not setten but a while
+      Certain, without lesynge,[67]
+    There came messengers out of the north
+      With letters to our king.
+
+    And when they came before the king,
+      They knelt down on their knee:
+    And said, Lord, your officers greet you well,
+      Of Carlisle, in the north country.
+
+    How fareth my justice, said the king,
+      And my sheriff also?
+    Sir, they be slain, without lesynge,
+      And many an officer mo'.
+
+    Who hath them slain, said the king;
+      Anon thou tell to me?
+    Adam Bell, and Clym of the Clough,
+      And William of Cloudesly.
+
+    Alas for ruth! then said our king:
+      My heart is wondrous sore;
+    I had rather than a thousand pound,
+      I had known of this before;
+
+    For I have granted them grace,
+      And that forthinketh me:
+    But had I known all this before,
+      They had been hanged all three.
+
+    The king he opened the letter anon,
+      Himself he read it thro',
+    And found how these outlaws had slain
+      Three hundred men and mo':
+
+    First the justice, and the sheriff,
+      And the mayor of Carlisle town;
+    Of all the constables and catchpolls
+      Alive were scarce left one:
+
+    The baillies, and the beadles both,
+      And the sergeants of the law,
+    And forty foresters of the fee,[68]
+      These outlaws had yslaw.[69]
+
+    And broke his parks, and slain his deer;
+      Of all they chose the best;
+    Such perilous outlaws, as they were,
+      Walked not by east nor west.
+
+    When the king this letter had read,
+      In his heart he sighed sore:
+    Take up the tables anon he said,
+      For I may eat no more.
+
+    The king called his best archers
+      To the butts with him to go:
+    I will see these fellows shoot, he said,
+      In the north have wrought this woe.
+
+    The king's bowmen buske[70] them blyve,[71]
+      And the queen's archers also;
+    So did these three wighty yeomen;
+      With them they thought to go.
+
+    There twice or thrice they shot about
+      For to assay their hand;
+    There was no shot these yeomen shot,
+      That any prick might stand.
+
+    Then spake William of Cloudesly;
+      By Him that for me died,
+    I hold him never no good archer,
+      That shooteth at butts so wide.
+
+    At what a butt now would you shoot,
+      I pray thee tell to me?
+    At such a butt, sir, he said,
+      As men use in my country.
+
+    William went into a field,
+      And with him his two brethren:
+    There they set up two hazel rods
+      Twenty score paces between.
+
+    I hold him an archer, said Cloudesly,
+      That yonder wand cleaveth in two.
+    Here is none such, said the king,
+      Nor none that can so do.
+
+    I shall assay, sir, said Cloudesly,
+      Or that I farther go.
+    Cloudesly with a bearyng[72] arrow
+      Clave the wand in two.
+
+    Thou art the best archer, then said the king,
+      For sooth that ever I see.
+    And yet for your love, said William,
+      I will do more mastery.
+
+    I have a son is seven year old,
+      He is to me full dear;
+    I will him tie to a stake;
+      All shall see, that be here;
+
+    And lay an apple upon his head,
+      And go six score pace him fro',
+    And I myself with a broad arrow
+      Shall cleave the apple in two.
+
+    Now haste thee, then said the king,
+      By Him that died on a tree,
+    But if thou do not as thou hast said,
+      Hanged shalt thou be.
+
+    An thou touch his head or gown,
+      In sight that men may see,
+    By all the saints that be in heaven,
+      I shall hang you all three.
+
+    That I have promised, said William,
+      That I will never forsake.
+    And there even before the king
+      In the earth he drove a stake:
+
+    And bound thereto his eldest son,
+      And bade him stand still thereat;
+    And turned the child's face him from,
+      Because he should not start.
+
+    An apple upon his head he set,
+      And then his bow he bent:
+    Six score paces they were meaten,[73]
+      And thither Cloudesly went.
+
+    There he drew out a fair broad arrow,
+      His bow was great and long,
+    He set that arrow in his bow,
+      That was both stiff and strong.
+
+    He prayed the people that were there,
+      That they all still would stand,
+    For he that shooteth for such a wager,
+      Behoveth a stedfast hand.
+
+    Much people prayed for Cloudesly,
+      That his life saved might be,
+    And when he made him ready to shoot,
+      There was many a weeping ee.
+
+    But Cloudesly cleft the apple in two,
+      His son he did not nee.[74]
+    Over Gods forebode,[75] said the king,
+      That thou should shoot at me.
+
+    I give thee eighteen pence a day,
+      And my bow shalt thou bear,
+    And over all the north country
+      I make thee chief ranger.
+
+    And I thirteen pence a day, said the queen,
+      By God, and by my fa';
+    Come fetch thy payment when thou wilt,
+      No man shall say thee nay.
+
+    William, I make thee a gentleman
+      Of clothing, and of fee:
+    And thy two brethren, yeomen of my chamber,
+      For they are so seemly to see.
+
+    Your son, for he is tender of age,
+      Of my wine-cellar he shall be;
+    And when he cometh to man's estate,
+      Better advanced shall he be.
+
+    And, William, bring to me your wife, said the queen,
+      Me longeth her sore to see:
+    She shall be my chief gentlewoman,
+      To govern my nursery.
+
+    The yeomen thanked them courteously.
+      To some bishop will we wend,
+    Of all the sins that we have done,
+      To be assoyld[76] at his hand.
+
+    So forth be gone these good yeomen,
+      As fast as they might he;[77]
+    And after came and dwelled with the king,
+      And died good men all three.
+
+    Thus ended the lives of these good yeomen;
+      God send them eternal bliss.
+    And all, that with a hand-bow shooteth,
+      That of heaven they never miss. Amen.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[35] Clem (Clement) of the cliff.
+
+[36] Called.
+
+[37] Mate.
+
+[38] Pass.
+
+[39] Noon.
+
+[40] Glad.
+
+[41] Red.
+
+[42] Wild.
+
+[43] Pressed.
+
+[44] Condemned.
+
+[45] Hang.
+
+[46] Sorrow.
+
+[47] Redeem.
+
+[48] Part of a song.
+
+[49] Hastened.
+
+[50] Sluggard.
+
+[51] Mad.
+
+[52] Time.
+
+[53] Noon.
+
+[54] Summons to arms.
+
+[55] Fight.
+
+[56] Hindereth.
+
+[57] Lime-tree.
+
+[58] Company.
+
+[59] Might for could.
+
+[60] Fat hart.
+
+[61] Lies.
+
+[62] Quickly.
+
+[63] Disgraced.
+
+[64] Immediately.
+
+[65] Dear.
+
+[66] Rather.
+
+[67] Lies.
+
+[68] The King's foresters.
+
+[69] Slain.
+
+[70] Dress.
+
+[71] Instantly.
+
+[72] An arrow that flies well.
+
+[73] Measured.
+
+[74] Nigh.
+
+[75] God forbid.
+
+[76] Absolved.
+
+[77] Hie.
+
+
+
+
+SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE.
+
+
+    When Arthur first in court began,
+      And was approved king,
+    By force of arms great victories won,
+      And conquest home did bring.
+
+    Then into England straight he came
+      With fifty good and able
+    Knights, that resorted unto him,
+      And were of his round table:
+
+    And he had jousts and tournaments,
+      Whereto were many prest,
+    Wherein some knights did far excell
+      And far surmount the rest.
+
+    But one, Sir Lancelot du Lake,
+      Who was approved well,
+    He for his deeds and feats of arms,
+      All others did excell.
+
+    When he had rested him a while,
+      In play, and game, and sport,
+    He said he would go prove himself
+      In some adventurous sort.
+
+    He armed rode in forest wide,
+      And met a damsel fair,
+    Who told him of adventures great,
+      Whereto he gave good ear.
+
+    Such would I find, quoth Lancelot:
+      For that cause came I hither.
+    Thou seem'st, quoth she, a knight full good,
+      And I will bring thee thither,
+
+    Whereas a mighty knight doth dwell,
+      That now is of great fame:
+    Therefore tell me what wight thou art,
+      And what may be thy name.
+
+    My name is Lancelot du Lake.
+      Quoth she, it likes me then:
+    Here dwells a knight who never was
+      Yet matcht with any man:
+
+    Who has in prison threescore knights
+      And four, that he did wound;
+    Knights of king Arthur's court they be,
+      And of his table round.
+
+    She brought him to a river side,
+      And also to a tree,
+    Whereon a copper bason hung,
+      And many shields to see.
+
+[Illustration: SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE.]
+
+    He struck so hard, the bason broke;
+      And Tarquin soon he spied:
+    Who drove a horse before him fast,
+      Whereon a knight lay tied.
+
+    Sir knight, then said Sir Lancelot,
+      Bring me that horse-load hither,
+    And lay him down, and let him rest;
+      We'll try our force together:
+
+    For, as I understand, thou hast,
+      So far as thou art able,
+    Done great despite and shame unto
+      The knights of the Round Table.
+
+    If thou be of the Table Round,
+      Quoth Tarquin speedily,
+    Both thee and all thy fellowship
+      I utterly defy.
+
+    That's over much, quoth Lancelot, though,
+      Defend thee by and by.
+    They set their spears unto their steeds,
+      And each at other fly.
+
+    They couched their spears, (their horses ran,
+      As though there had been thunder)
+    And struck them each immidst their shields,
+      Wherewith they broke in sunder.
+
+    Their horses' backs brake under them,
+      The knights were both astound:
+    To avoid their horses they make haste
+      And light upon the ground.
+
+    They took them to their shields full fast,
+      Their swords they drew out then,
+    With mighty strokes most eagerly
+      Each at the other ran.
+
+    They wounded were, and bled full sore,
+      For both for breath did stand,
+    And leaning on their swords awhile,
+      Quoth Tarquin, Hold thy hand,
+
+    And tell to me what I shall ask.
+      Say on, quoth Lancelot tho.[78]
+    Thou art, quoth Tarquin, the best knight
+      That ever I did know;
+
+    And like a knight, that I did hate:
+      So that thou be not he,
+    I will deliver all the rest,
+      And eke accord with thee.
+
+    That is well said, quoth Lancelot;
+      But since it must be so,
+    What knight is that thou hatest thus?
+      I pray thee to me show.
+
+    His name is Lancelot du Lake,
+      He slew my brother dear;
+    Him I suspect of all the rest:
+      I would I had him here.
+
+    Thy wish thou hast, but yet unknown,
+      I am Lancelot du Lake,
+    Now knight of Arthur's Table Round;
+      King Haud's son, of Schuwake;
+
+    And I desire thee do thy worst.
+      Ho, ho, quoth Tarquin tho,
+    One of us two shall end our lives
+      Before that we do go.
+
+    If thou be Lancelot du Lake,
+      Then welcome shalt thou be;
+    Wherefore see thou thyself defend,
+      For now defy I thee.
+
+    They buckled then together so,
+      Like unto wild boars rashing,
+    And with their swords and shields they ran
+      At one another slashing:
+
+    The ground besprinkled was with blood:
+      Tarquin began to yield;
+    For he gave back for weariness,
+      And low did bear his shield.
+
+    This soon Sir Lancelot espied,
+      He leapt upon him then,
+    He pull'd him down upon his knee,
+      And rushing[79] off his helm,
+
+    Forthwith he struck his neck in two,
+      And, when he had so done,
+    From prison threescore knights and four
+      Delivered every one.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[78] Then.
+
+[79] Tearing.
+
+
+
+
+THE FROLICKSOME DUKE; OR, THE TINKER'S GOOD FORTUNE.
+
+
+    Now as fame does report, a young duke keeps a court,
+    One that pleases his fancy with frolicksome sport:
+    But amongst all the rest, here is one I protest,
+    Which will make you to smile when you hear the true jest:
+    A poor tinker he found, lying drunk on the ground,
+    As secure in a sleep as if laid in a swound.
+
+    The duke said to his men, William, Richard, and Ben,
+    Take him home to my palace, we'll sport with him then.
+    O'er a horse he was laid, and with care soon convey'd
+    To the palace, altho' he was poorly array'd:
+    Then they stript off his clothes, both his shirt, shoes, and hose,
+    And they put him to bed for to take his repose.
+
+    Having pull'd off his shirt, which was all over dirt,
+    They did give him clean holland, this was no great hurt:
+    On a bed of soft down, like a lord of renown,
+    They did lay him to sleep the drink out of his crown.
+    In the morning when day, then admiring he lay,
+    For to see the rich chamber both gaudy and gay.
+
+    Now he lay something late, in his rich bed of state,
+    Till at last knights and squires, they on him did wait;
+    And the chamberlain bare,[80] then did likewise declare,
+    He desir'd to know what apparel he'd wear:
+    The poor tinker amaz'd, on the gentleman gaz'd,
+    And admired[81] how he to this honour was rais'd.
+
+    Tho' he seem'd something mute, yet he chose a rich suit,
+    Which he straitways put on without longer dispute;
+    With a star on his side, which the tinker oft ey'd,
+    And it seem'd for to swell him no little with pride;
+    For he said to himself, Where is Joan my sweet wife?
+    Sure she never did see me so fine in her life.
+
+    From a convenient place, the right duke his good grace
+    Did observe his behaviour in every case.
+    To a garden of state, on the tinker they wait,
+    Trumpet sounding before him: thought he, this is great:
+    Where an hour or two, pleasant walks he did view,
+    With commanders and squires in scarlet and blue.
+
+    A fine dinner was drest, both for him and his guests,
+    He was plac'd at the table above all the rest,
+    In a rich chair or bed, lin'd with fine crimson red,
+    With a rich golden canopy over his head:
+    As he sat at his meat, the music play'd sweet,
+    With the choicest of singing his joys to complete.
+
+    While the tinker did dine, he had plenty of wine,
+    Rich canary with sherry and tent superfine.
+    Like a right honest soul, faith, he took off his bowl,
+    Till at last he began for to tumble and roll
+    From his chair to the floor, where he sleeping did snore,
+    Being seven times drunker than ever before.
+
+    Then the duke did ordain, they should strip him amain,
+    And restore him his old leather garments again:
+    Twas a point next the worst, yet perform it they must,
+    And they carried him strait, where they found him at first;
+    Then he slept all the night, as indeed well he might;
+    But when he did waken, his joys took their flight.
+
+    For his glory to him so pleasant did seem,
+    That he thought it to be but a mere golden dream;
+    Till at length he was brought to the duke, where he sought
+    For a pardon, as fearing he had set him at nought;
+    But his highness he said, Thou'rt a jolly bold blade,
+    Such a frolic before I think never was play'd.
+
+    Then his highness bespoke him a new suit and cloak,
+    Which he gave for the sake of this frolicksome joke;
+    Nay, and five hundred pound, with ten acres of ground,
+    Thou shalt never, said he, range the countries around,
+    Crying "old brass to mend," for I'll be thy good friend,
+    Nay, and Joan thy sweet wife shall my duchess attend.
+
+    Then the tinker reply'd, What! must Joan my sweet bride
+    Be a lady in chariots of pleasure to ride?
+    Must we have gold and land ev'ry day at command?
+    Then I shall be a squire I well understand:
+    Well I thank your good grace, and your love I embrace,
+    I was never before in so happy a case.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[80] Bare-headed.
+
+[81] Wondered.
+
+
+
+
+THE MORE MODERN BALLAD OF CHEVY CHASE.
+
+
+    God prosper long our noble king,
+      Our lives and safeties all;
+    A woful hunting once there did
+      In Chevy Chase befall;
+
+    To drive the deer with hound and horn,
+      Earl Percy took his way;
+    The child may rue that is unborn
+      The hunting of that day.
+
+    The stout Earl of Northumberland
+      A vow to God did make,
+    His pleasure in the Scottish woods
+      Three summer days to take;
+
+    The chiefest harts in Chevy Chase
+      To kill and bear away.
+    These tidings to Earl Douglas came,
+      In Scotland where he lay:
+
+    Who sent Earl Percy present word,
+      He would prevent his sport.
+    The English earl, not fearing that,
+      Did to the woods resort
+
+    With fifteen hundred bow-men bold;
+      All chosen men of might,
+    Who knew full well in time of need
+      To aim their shafts aright.
+
+    The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran,
+      To chase the fallow deer:
+    On Monday they began to hunt,
+      Ere day-light did appear;
+
+    And long before high noon they had
+      An hundred fat bucks slain;
+    Then having din'd, the drovers went
+      To rouse the deer again.
+
+    The bow-men mustered on the hills,
+      Well able to endure;
+    Their backsides all, with special care,
+      That day were guarded sure.
+
+    The hounds ran swiftly through the woods,
+      The nimble deer to take,
+    That with their cries the hills and dales
+      An echo shrill did make.
+
+    Lord Percy to the quarry went,
+      To view the slaughter'd deer;
+    Quoth he, Earl Douglas promised
+      This day to meet me here:
+
+    But if I thought he would not come,
+      No longer would I stay.
+    With that, a brave young gentleman
+      Thus to the earl did say:
+
+    Lo, yonder doth Earl Douglas come,
+      His men in armour bright;
+    Full twenty hundred Scottish spears
+      All marching in our sight;
+
+    All men of pleasant Teviotdale,
+      Fast by the river Tweed:
+    O cease your sport, Earl Percy said,
+      And take your bows with speed:
+
+    And now with me, my countrymen,
+      Your courage forth advance;
+    For never was there champion yet
+      In Scotland or in France,
+
+    That ever did on horseback come,
+      But if my hap it were,
+    I durst encounter man for man,
+      With him to break a spear.
+
+    Earl Douglas on his milk-white steed,
+      Most like a baron bold,
+    Rode foremost of his company,
+      Whose armour shone like gold.
+
+    Show me, said he, whose men you be,
+      That hunt so boldly here,
+    That, without my consent, do chase
+      And kill my fallow-deer?
+
+    The man that first did answer make,
+      Was noble Percy he;
+    Who said, We list not to declare,
+      Nor show whose men we be:
+
+    Yet will we spend our dearest blood,
+      Thy chiefest harts to slay.
+    Then Douglas swore a solemn oath,
+      And thus in rage did say,
+
+    Ere thus will I out-braved be,
+      One of us two shall die:
+    I know thee well, an earl thou art,
+      Lord Percy; so am I.
+
+    But trust me, Percy, pity 'twere,
+      And great offence to kill
+    Any of these our guiltless men,
+      For they have done no ill.
+
+    Let thou and I the battle try,
+      And set our men aside.
+    Accurst be he, Earl Percy said,
+      By whom this is denied.
+
+    Then stept a gallant squire forth,
+      Witherington was his name,
+    Who said, I would not have it told
+      To Henry our king for shame,
+
+    That e'er my captain fought on foot,
+      And I stood looking on.
+    You be two earls, said Witherington,
+      And I a squire alone:
+
+    I'll do the best that do I may,
+      While I have power to stand:
+    While I have power to wield my sword,
+      I'll fight with heart and hand.
+
+    Our English archers bent their bows,
+      Their hearts were good and true;
+    At the first flight of arrows sent,
+      Full four-score Scots they slew.
+
+    Yet bides Earl Douglas on the bent[82]
+      As Chieftain stout and good,
+    As valiant Captain, all unmov'd
+      The shock he firmly stood.
+
+    His host he parted had in three,
+      As leader ware and try'd,
+    And soon his spearmen on their foes
+      Bore down on every side.
+
+    Throughout the English archery
+      They dealt full many a wound:
+    But still our valiant Englishmen
+      All firmly kept their ground:
+
+    And throwing straight their bows away,
+      They grasp'd their swords so bright:
+    And now sharp blows, a heavy shower,
+      On shields and helmets light.
+
+    They clos'd full fast on every side,
+      No slackness there was found;
+    And many a gallant gentleman
+      Lay gasping on the ground.
+
+    O Christ! it was a grief to see,
+      And likewise for to hear,
+    The cries of men lying in their gore,
+      And scattered here and there.
+
+    At last these two stout earls did meet,
+      Like captains of great might:
+    Like lions wood,[83] they laid on loud,
+      And made a cruel fight:
+
+    They fought until they both did sweat,
+      With swords of tempered steel;
+    Until the blood, like drops of rain,
+      They trickling down did feel.
+
+    Yield thee, Lord Percy, Douglas said;
+      In faith I will thee bring,
+    Where thou shalt high advanced be
+      By James our Scottish king:
+
+    Thy ransom I will freely give,
+      And thus report of thee,
+    Thou art the most courageous knight,
+      That ever I did see.
+
+    No, Douglas, quoth Earl Percy then,
+      Thy proffer I do scorn;
+    I will not yield to any Scot,
+      That ever yet was born.
+
+    With that, there came an arrow keen
+      Out of an English bow,
+    Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart,
+      A deep and deadly blow:
+
+[Illustration: CHEVY CHASE. EARL PERCY, AND EARL DOUGLAS.]
+
+    Who never spake more words than these,
+      Fight on, my merry men all;
+    For why, my life is at an end;
+      Lord Percy sees my fall.
+
+    Then leaving life, Earl Percy took
+      The dead man by the hand;
+    And said, Earl Douglas, for thy life
+      Would I had lost my land.
+
+    O Christ! my very heart doth bleed
+      With sorrow for thy sake;
+    For sure, a more renowned knight
+      Mischance could never take.
+
+    A knight amongst the Scots there was,
+      Which saw Earl Douglas die,
+    Who straight in wrath did vow revenge
+      Upon the Lord Percy:
+
+    Sir Hugh Montgomery was he call'd
+      Who, with a spear most bright,
+    Well-mounted on a gallant steed,
+      Ran fiercely through the fight;
+
+    And past the English archers all,
+      Without all dread or fear;
+    And through Earl Percy's body then
+      He thrust his hateful spear;
+
+    With such a vehement force and might
+      He did his body gore,
+    The staff went through the other side
+      A large cloth-yard, and more.
+
+    So thus did both these nobles die,
+      Whose courage none could stain;
+    An English archer then perceiv'd
+      The noble earl was slain;
+
+    He had a bow bent in his hand,
+      Made of a trusty tree;
+    An arrow of a cloth-yard long
+      Up to the head drew he:
+
+    Against Sir Hugh Montgomery,
+      So right the shaft he set,
+    The grey goose-wing that was thereon
+      In his heart's blood was wet.
+
+    This fight did last from break of day
+      Till setting of the sun;
+    For when they rung the evening bell,[84]
+      The battle scarce was done.
+
+    With brave Earl Percy, there was slain
+      Sir John of Egerton,
+    Sir Robert Ratcliff, and Sir John,
+      Sir James that bold Baron:
+
+    And with Sir George and stout Sir James,
+      Both knights of good account,
+    Good Sir Ralph Raby there was slain,
+      Whose prowess did surmount.
+
+    For Witherington needs must I wail,
+      As one in doleful dumps;
+    For when his legs were smitten off,
+      He fought upon his stumps.
+
+    And with Earl Douglas, there was slain
+      Sir Hugh Montgomery,
+    Sir Charles Murray, that from the field
+      One foot would never flee.
+
+    Sir Charles Murray, of Ratcliff, too,
+      His sister's son was he;
+    Sir David Lamb, so well esteem'd,
+      Yet saved could not be.
+
+    And the Lord Maxwell in like case
+      Did with Earl Douglas die:
+    Of twenty hundred Scottish spears,
+      Scarce fifty-five did fly.
+
+    Of fifteen hundred Englishmen,
+      Went home but fifty-three;
+    The rest were slain in Chevy Chase,
+      Under the greenwood tree.
+
+    Next day did many widows come,
+      Their husbands to bewail;
+    They washed their wounds in brinish tears,
+      But all would not prevail.
+
+    Their bodies, bathed in purple gore,
+      They bare with them away:
+    They kiss'd them dead a thousand times,
+      Ere they were clad in clay.
+
+    This news was brought to Edinburgh,
+      Where Scotland's king did reign,
+    That brave Earl Douglas suddenly
+      Was with an arrow slain:
+
+    O heavy news, King James did say,
+      Scotland can witness be,
+    I have not any captain more
+      Of such account as he.
+
+    Like tidings to King Henry came,
+      Within as short a space,
+    That Percy of Northumberland
+      Was slain in Chevy Chase:
+
+    Now God be with him, said our king,
+      Since it will no better be;
+    I trust I have, within my realm,
+      Five hundred as good as he:
+
+    Yet shall not Scots nor Scotland say,
+      But I will vengeance take:
+    I'll be revenged on them all,
+      For brave Earl Percy's sake.
+
+    This vow full well the king perform'd
+      After, at Humbledown;
+    In one day, fifty knights were slain,
+      With lords of great renown:
+
+    And of the rest, of small account,
+      Did many thousands die:
+    Thus endeth the hunting of Chevy Chase,
+      Made by the Earl Percy.
+
+    God save our king, and bless this land
+      In plenty, joy, and peace;
+    And grant henceforth, that foul debate
+      'Twixt noblemen may cease.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[82] Field.
+
+[83] Wild.
+
+[84] The curfew.
+
+
+
+
+KING EDWARD THE FOURTH AND THE TANNER OF TAMWORTH.
+
+
+    In summer time, when leaves grow green,
+      And blossoms bedeck the tree,
+    King Edward would a hunting ride,
+      Some pastime for to see.
+
+    With hawk and hound he made him bowne,[85]
+      With horn, and eke with bow;
+    To Drayton Basset he took his way,
+      With all his lords in a row.
+
+    And he had ridden o'er dale and down
+      By eight of clock in the day,
+    When he was 'ware of a bold tanner,
+      Come riding along the way.
+
+    A fair russet coat the tanner had on
+      Fast buttoned under his chin,
+    And under him a good cow-hide,
+      And a mare of four shilling.[86]
+
+    Now stand you still, my good lords all,
+      Under the greenwood spray;
+    And I will wend to yonder fellow,
+      To weet[87] what he will say.
+
+    God speed, God speed thee, said our king.
+      Thou art welcome, sir, said he.
+    The readiest way to Drayton Basset
+      I pray thee to show to me.
+
+    To Drayton Basset wouldst thou go,
+      Fro' the place where thou dost stand?
+    The next pair of gallows thou comest unto,
+      Turn in upon thy right hand.
+
+    That is an unready way, said our king,
+      Thou dost but jest I see;
+    Now show me out the nearest way,
+      And I pray thee wend with me.
+
+    Away with a vengeance! quoth the tanner:
+      I hold thee out of thy wit:
+    All day have I ridden on Brock my mare,
+      And I am fasting yet.
+
+    Go with me down to Drayton Basset,
+      No dainties we will spare;
+    All day shalt thou eat and drink of the best,
+      And I will pay thy fare.
+
+    Gramercy for nothing, the tanner replied,
+      Thou payest no fare of mine:
+    I trow I've more nobles in my purse,
+      Than thou hast pence in thine.
+
+    God give thee joy of them, said the king,
+      And send them well to priefe.[88]
+    The tanner would fain have been away,
+      For he weened he had been a thief.
+
+    Who art thou, he said, thou fine fellow,
+      Of thee I am in great fear,
+    For the clothes thou wearest upon thy back,
+      Might beseem a lord to wear.
+
+    I never stole them, quoth our king,
+      I tell you, sir, by the rood,
+    Then thou playest, as many an unthrift doth
+      And standest in midst of thy good.[89]
+
+    What tidings hear you, said the king,
+      As you ride far and near?
+    I hear no tidings, sir, by the mass,
+      But that cow-hides are dear.
+
+    Cow-hides! cow-hides! what things are those?
+      I marvel what they be!
+    What art thou a fool? the tanner replied;
+      I carry one under me.
+
+    What craftsman art thou? said the king,
+      I pray thee tell me true.
+    I am a barker,[90] sir, by my trade;
+      Now tell me what art thou?
+
+    I am a poor courtier, sir, quoth he,
+      That am forth of service worn;
+    And fain I would thy prentice be,
+      Thy cunning for to learn.
+
+    Marry heaven forfend, the tanner replied,
+      That thou my prentice were:
+    Thou wouldst spend more good than I should win
+      By forty shilling a year.
+
+    Yet one thing would I, said our king,
+      If thou wilt not seem strange:
+    Though my horse be better than thy mare,
+      Yet with thee I fain would change.
+
+    Why if with me thou fain wilt change,
+      As change full well may we,
+    By the faith of my body, thou proud fellow,
+      I will have some boot of thee.
+
+    That were against reason, said the king,
+      I swear, so mote I thee:[91]
+    My horse is better than thy mare,
+      And that thou well mayst see.
+
+    Yea, sir, but Brock is gentle and mild,
+      And softly she will fare:
+    Thy horse is unruly and wild, I wiss;
+      Aye skipping here and there.
+
+    What boot wilt thou have? our king replied,
+      Now tell me in this stound.
+    No pence, nor half-pence, by my faith,
+      But a noble in gold so round.
+
+    Here's twenty groats of white money,
+      Sith thou will have it of me.
+    I would have sworn now, quoth the tanner,
+      Thou hadst not had one penny.
+
+    But since we two have made a change,
+      A change we must abide,
+    Although thou hast gotten Brock my mare,
+      Thou gettest not my cow-hide.
+
+    I will not have it, said the king,
+      I swear, so mote I thee;
+    Thy foul cow-hide I would not bear,
+      If thou wouldst give it to me.
+
+    The tanner he took his good cow-hide,
+      That of the cow was hilt;[92]
+    And threw it upon the king's saddle,
+      That was so fairly gilt.
+
+    Now help me up, thou fine fellow,
+      'Tis time that I were gone;
+    When I come home to Gyllian my wife,
+      She'll say I am a gentleman.
+
+    When the tanner he was in the king's saddle,
+      And his foot in the stirrup was;
+    He marvelled greatly in his mind,
+      Whether it were gold or brass.
+
+    But when his steed saw the cow's tail wag,
+      And eke the black cow-horn;
+    He stamped, and stared, and away he ran,
+      As the devil had him borne.
+
+    The tanner he pulled, the tanner he sweat,
+      And held by the pummel fast,
+    At length the tanner came tumbling down;
+      His neck he had well-nigh brast.[93]
+
+    Take thy horse again with a vengeance, he said,
+      With me he shall not bide.
+    My horse would have borne thee well enough,
+      But he knew not of thy cow-hide.
+
+    Yet if again thou fain wouldst change,
+      As change full well may we,
+    By the faith of my body, thou jolly tanner,
+      I will have some boot of thee.
+
+    What boot wilt thou have, the tanner replied,
+      Now tell me in this stound?[94]
+    No pence, nor half-pence, sir, by my faith,
+      But I will have twenty pound.
+
+[Illustration: KING EDWARD IV. AND THE TANNER OF TAMWORTH.]
+
+    Here's twenty groats out of my purse;
+      And twenty I have of thine:
+    And I have one more, which we will spend
+      Together at the wine.
+
+    The king set a bugle horn to his mouth,
+      And blew both loud and shrill:
+    And soon came lords, and soon came knights,
+      Fast riding over the hill.
+
+    Now, out alas! the tanner he cried,
+      That ever I saw this day!
+    Thou art a strong thief, yon come thy fellows
+      Will bear my cow-hide away.
+
+    They are no thieves, the king replied,
+      I swear, so mote I thee:
+    But they are the lords of the north country,
+      Here come to hunt with me.
+
+    And soon before our king they came,
+      And knelt down on the ground:
+    Then might the tanner have been away,
+      He had lever[95] than twenty pound.
+
+    A collar, a collar, here: said the king,
+      A collar he loud 'gan cry:
+    Then would he lever than twenty pound,
+      He had not been so nigh.
+
+    A collar, a collar, the tanner he said,
+      I trow it will breed sorrow:
+    After a collar cometh a halter,
+      I trow I shall be hang'd to-morrow.
+
+    Be not afraid, tanner, said our king;
+      I tell thee, so mote I thee,
+    Lo here I make thee the best esquire
+      That is in the north country.
+
+    For Plumpton-park I will give thee,
+      With tenements fair beside:
+    'Tis worth three hundred marks by the year,
+      To maintain thy good cow-hide.
+
+    Gramercy, my liege, the tanner replied,
+      For the favour thou hast me shown:
+    If ever thou comest to merry Tamworth,
+      Neat's[96] leather shall clout thy shoen.[97]
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[85] Ready.
+
+[86] A shilling was a large sum in those days.
+
+[87] Know.
+
+[88] Prove.
+
+[89] _i.e._ Hast no other wealth but what thou carriest about thee.
+
+[90] A dealer in bark.
+
+[91] May I thrive.
+
+[92] Flayed.
+
+[93] Broken.
+
+[94] Time.
+
+[95] Rather.
+
+[96] Cow's.
+
+[97] Mend thy shoes.
+
+
+
+
+THE HEIR OF LINNE.
+
+
+PART THE FIRST.
+
+    Lithe[98] and listen, gentlemen,
+      To sing a song I will begin:
+    It is of a lord of fair Scotland,
+      Which was the unthrifty heir of Linne.
+
+    His father was a right good lord,
+      His mother a lady of high degree;
+    But they, alas! were dead, him fro',
+      And he lov'd keeping company.
+
+    To spend the day with merry cheer,
+      To drink and revel every night,
+    To card and dice from eve to morn,
+      It was, I ween, his heart's delight.
+
+    To ride, to run, to rant, to roar,
+      To alway spend and never spare,
+    I know, an' it were the king himself,
+      Of gold and fee he might be bare.
+
+    So fares the unthrifty lord of Linne
+      Till all his gold is gone and spent;
+    And he maun sell his lands so broad,
+      His house, and lands, and all his rent.
+
+    His father had a keen steward,
+      And John o' the Scales was called he:
+    But John is become a gentleman,
+      And John has got both gold and fee.
+
+    Says, Welcome, welcome, lord of Linne,
+      Let nought disturb thy merry cheer;
+    If thou wilt sell thy lands so broad,
+      Good store of gold I'll give thee here.
+
+    My gold is gone, my money is spent;
+      My land now take it unto thee:
+    Give me the gold, good John o' the Scales,
+      And thine for aye my land shall be.
+
+    Then John he did him to record draw,
+      And John he cast him a gods-pennie;[99]
+    But for every pound that John agreed,
+      The land, I wis, was well worth three.
+
+    He told him the gold upon the board,
+      He was right glad his land to win;
+    The gold is thine, the land is mine,
+      And now I'll be the lord of Linne.
+
+    Thus he hath sold his land so broad,
+      Both hill and holt,[100] and moor and fen,
+    All but a poor and lonesome lodge,
+      That stood far off in a lonely glen.
+
+    For so he to his father hight,[101]
+      My son, when I am gone, said he,
+    Then thou wilt spend thy land so broad,
+      And thou wilt spend thy gold so free:
+
+    But swear me now upon the cross,
+      That lonesome lodge thou'lt never spend;
+    For when all the world doth frown on thee,
+      Thou there shalt find a faithful friend.
+
+    The heir of Linne is full of gold:
+      And come with me, my friends, said he,
+    Let's drink, and rant, and merry make,
+      And he that spares, ne'er mote he thee.[102]
+
+    They ranted, drank, and merry made,
+      Till all his gold it waxed thin;
+    And then his friends they slunk away;
+      They left the unthrifty heir of Linne.
+
+    He had never a penny left in his purse,
+      Never a penny left but three,
+    And one was brass, another was lead,
+      And another it was white money.
+
+    Now well-a-day, said the heir of Linne,
+      Now well-a-day, and woe is me,
+    For when I was the lord of Linne,
+      I never wanted gold nor fee.
+
+    But many a trusty friend have I,
+      And why should I feel grief or care?
+    I'll borrow of them all by turns,
+      So need I not be never bare.
+
+    But one, I wis, was not at home;
+      Another had paid his gold away;
+    Another called him thriftless loon,
+      And bade him sharply wend his way.
+
+    Now well-a-day, said the heir of Linne,
+      Now well-a-day, and woe is me;
+    For when I had my lands so broad,
+      On me they liv'd right merrily.
+
+    To beg my bread from door to door
+      I wis, it were a burning shame:
+    To rob and steal it were a sin:
+      To work my limbs I cannot frame.
+
+    Now I'll away to lonesome lodge,
+      For there my father bade me wend;
+    When all the world should frown on me,
+      I there should find a trusty friend.
+
+
+PART THE SECOND.
+
+    Away then hied the heir of Linne
+      O'er hill and holt, and moor and fen,
+    Until he came to lonesome lodge,
+      That stood so low in a lonely glen.
+
+    He looked up, he looked down,
+      In hope some comfort for to win:
+    But bare and loathly were the walls.
+      Here's sorry cheer, quo' the heir of Linne.
+
+    The little window dim and dark
+      Was hung with ivy, brier, and yew;
+    No shimmering sun here ever shone;
+      No wholesome breeze here ever blew.
+
+    No chair nor table he mote spy,
+      No cheerful hearth, no welcome bed,
+    Nought save a rope with running noose
+      That dangling hung up o'er his head.
+
+    And over it in broad letters,
+      These words were written plain to see:
+    "Ah! graceless wretch, hast spent thine all,
+      And brought thyself to penury?
+
+    "All this my boding mind misgave,
+      I therefore left this trusty friend:
+    Let it now shield thy foul disgrace,
+      And all thy shame and sorrows end."
+
+    Sorely shent[103] wi' this rebuke,
+      Sorely shent was the heir of Linne;
+    His heart, I wis, was near to burst
+      With guilt and sorrow, shame and sin.
+
+    Never a word spake the heir of Linne,
+      Never a word he spake but three:
+    This is a trusty friend indeed,
+      And is right welcome unto me.
+
+    Then round his neck the cord he drew,
+      And sprang aloft with his body:
+    When lo! the ceiling burst in twain,
+      And to the ground came tumbling he.
+
+    Astonished lay the heir of Linne,
+      Nor knew if he were live or dead:
+    At length he looked, and saw a bill,[104]
+      And in it a key of gold so red.
+
+    He took the bill, and looked it on,
+      Straight good comfort found he there:
+    It told him of a hole in the wall,
+      In which there stood three chests in-fere.[105]
+
+    Two were full of the beaten gold,
+      The third was full of white money;
+    And over them in broad letters
+      These words were written so plain to see:
+
+    "Once more, my son, I set thee clear;
+      Amend thy life and follies past;
+    For but thou amend thee of thy life,
+      That rope must be thy end at last."
+
+    And let it be, said the heir of Linne;
+      And let it be, but[106] if I amend:
+    For here I will make my vow,
+      This reade[107] shall guide me to the end.
+
+    Away then went with a merry cheer,
+      Away then went the heir of Linne;
+    I wis, he neither ceas'd nor blanne,[108]
+      Till John o' the Scales' house he did win.
+
+    And when he came to John o' the Scales,
+      Up at the speere[109] then looked he;
+    There sat three lords upon a row,
+      Were drinking of the wine so free.
+
+    And John himself sat at the board-head,
+      Because now lord of Linne was he.
+    I pray thee, he said, good John o' the Scales,
+      One forty pence, for to lend me.
+
+    Away, away, thou thriftless loon;
+      Away, away, this may not be;
+    For Christ's curse on my head, he said,
+      If ever I trust thee one pennie.
+
+    Then bespake the heir of Linne,
+      To John o' the Scales' wife then spake he:
+    Madame, some alms on me bestow,
+      I pray for sweet saint Charity.
+
+    Away, away, thou thriftless loon,
+      I swear thou gettest no alms of me;
+    For if we should hang any losel[110] here,
+      The first we would begin with thee.
+
+    Then bespake a good fellow,
+      Which sat at John o' the Scales his board;
+    Said, Turn again, thou heir of Linne;
+      Some time thou wast a well good lord:
+
+    Some time a good fellow thou hast been,
+      And sparedst not thy gold and fee;
+    Therefore I'll lend thee forty pence,
+      And other forty if need be.
+
+    And ever, I pray thee, John o' the Scales,
+      To let him sit in thy company:
+    For well I wot thou hadst his land,
+      And a good bargain it was to thee.
+
+    Up then spake him John o' the Scales,
+      All wood[111] he answer'd him again:
+    Now Christ's curse on my head, he said,
+      But I did lose by that bargain.
+
+    And here I proffer thee, heir of Linne,
+      Before these lords so fair and free,
+    Thou shalt have it back again better cheap,
+      By a hundred marks, than I had it of thee.
+
+    I draw you to record, lords, he said.
+      With that he cast him a gods-pennie:
+    Now by my fay, said the heir of Linne,
+      And here, good John, is thy money.
+
+    And he pull'd forth three bags of gold,
+      And laid them down upon the board:
+    All woe begone was John o' the Scales,
+      So shent[112] he could say never a word.
+
+[Illustration: THE HEIR OF LINNIE.]
+
+    He told him forth the good red gold,
+      He told it forth with mickle din.
+    The gold is thine, the land is mine,
+      And now again I'm the lord of Linne.
+
+    Says, Have thou here, thou good fellow,
+      Forty pence thou didst lend me:
+    Now I am again the lord of Linne,
+      And forty pounds I will give thee.
+
+    I'll make thee keeper of my forest,
+      Both of the wild deer and the tame;
+    For but I reward thy bounteous heart,
+      I wis, good fellow, I were to blame.
+
+    Now well-a-day! saith Joan o' the Scales:
+      Now well-a-day! and woe is my life!
+    Yesterday I was lady of Linne,
+      Now I'm but John o' the Scales his wife.
+
+    Now fare thee well, said the heir of Linne;
+      Farewell now, John o' the Scales, said he:
+    Christ's curse light on me, if ever again
+      I bring my lands in jeopardy.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[98] Attend.
+
+[99] Earnest-money.
+
+[100] Wood.
+
+[101] Promised.
+
+[102] May he thrive.
+
+[103] Disgraced.
+
+[104] Writing.
+
+[105] Together.
+
+[106] Unless.
+
+[107] Counsel.
+
+[108] Lingered.
+
+[109] Hole in the window.
+
+[110] Worthless fellow.
+
+[111] Wild.
+
+[112] Disgraced.
+
+
+
+
+SIR ANDREW BARTON.
+
+
+PART THE FIRST.
+
+    When Flora with her fragrant flowers
+      Bedecked the earth so trim and gay,
+    And Neptune with his dainty showers
+      Came to present the month of May,
+    King Henry rode to take the air,
+      Over the river Thames past he;
+    When eighty merchants of London came,
+      And down they knelt upon their knee.
+
+    O ye are welcome, rich merchants;
+      Good sailors, welcome unto me.
+    They swore by the rood, they were sailors good,
+      But rich merchants they could not be:
+    To France nor Flanders dare we pass,
+      Nor Bordeaux voyage dare we fare;[113]
+    And all for a rover that lies on the seas,
+      Who robs us of our merchant ware.
+
+    King Henry frowned, and turned him round,
+      And swore by the Lord, that was mickle of might,
+    I thought he had not been in the world,
+      Durst have wrought England such unright.
+    The merchants sighed, and said, alas!
+      And thus they did their answer frame,
+    He is a proud Scot, that robs on the seas,
+      And Sir Andrew Barton is his name.
+
+    The king looked over his left shoulder,
+      And an angry look then looked he:
+    Have I never a lord in all my realm,
+      Will fetch yon traitor unto me?
+    Yea, that dare I, lord Howard says;
+      Yea, that dare I with heart and hand;
+    If it please your grace to give me leave,
+      Myself will be the only man.
+
+    Thou art but young, the king replied;
+      Yon Scot hath numbered many a year.
+    Trust me, my liege, I'll make him quail,
+      Or before my prince I will never appear.
+    Then bowmen and gunners thou shalt have,
+      And choose them over my realm so free;
+    Besides good mariners, and ship-boys,
+      To guide the great ship on the sea.
+
+    The first man that lord Howard chose
+      Was the ablest gunner in all the realm,
+    Though he was threescore years and ten;
+      Good Peter Simon was his name.
+    Peter, says he, I must to the sea,
+      To bring home a traitor live or dead;
+    Before all others I have chosen thee,
+      Of a hundred gunners to be the head.
+
+    If you, my lord, have chosen me
+      Of a hundred gunners to be the head,
+    Then hang me up on your main-mast tree,
+      If I miss my mark one shilling bread.[114]
+    My lord then chose a bowman rare,
+      Whose active hands had gained fame;
+    In Yorkshire was this gentleman born,
+      And William Horseley was his name.
+
+    Horseley, said he, I must with speed
+      Go seek a traitor on the sea,
+    And now of a hundred bowmen brave
+      To be the head I have chosen thee.
+    If you, quoth he, have chosen me
+      Of a hundred bowmen to be the head,
+    On your main-mast I'll hanged be,
+      If I miss, twelvescore,[115] one penny bread.
+
+    With pikes and guns, and bowmen bold,
+      This noble Howard is gone to the sea;
+    With a valiant heart and a pleasant cheer,
+      Out at Thames mouth sailed he.
+    And days he scant had sailed three
+      Upon the voyage he took in hand,
+    But there he met with a noble ship,
+      And stoutly made it stay and stand.
+
+    Thou must tell me, lord Howard said,
+      Now who thou art and what's thy name,
+    And show me where thy dwelling is,
+      And whither bound, and whence thou came.
+    My name is Henry Hunt, quoth he
+      With a heavy heart, and a careful mind;
+    I and my ship do both belong
+      To the Newcastle that stands upon Tyne.
+
+    Hast thou not heard, now, Henry Hunt,
+      As thou hast sailed by day and by night,
+    Of a Scottish rover on the seas;
+      Men call him sir Andrew Barton, knight?
+    Then ever he sighed, and said alas!
+      With a grieved mind, and well away!
+    But over-well I know that wight,
+      I was his prisoner yesterday.
+
+    As I was sailing upon the sea,
+      A Bordeaux voyage for to fare;
+    To his hatchboard[116] he clasped me,
+      And robbed me of all my merchant ware:
+    And mickle debts, God wot, I owe,
+      And every man will have his own,
+    And I am now to London bound,
+      Of our gracious king to beg a boon.
+
+    Thou shalt not need, lord Howard says;
+      Let me but once that robber see,
+    For every penny ta'en thee fro'
+      It shall be doubled shillings three.
+    Now God forefend, the merchant said,
+      That you should seek so far amiss!
+    God keep you out of that traitor's hands!
+      Full little ye wot what a man he is.
+
+    He is brass within, and steel without,
+      With beams on his topcastle strong;
+    And eighteen pieces of ordinance
+      He carries on each side along:
+    And he hath a pinnace dearly dight,[117]
+      St. Andrew's cross that is his guide;
+    His pinnace beareth ninescore men,
+      And fifteen cannons on each side.
+
+    Were ye twenty ships, and he but one,
+      I swear by kirk, and bower, and hall,
+    He would overcome them every one,
+      If once his beams they do down fall.
+    This is cold comfort, says my lord,
+      To welcome a stranger thus to the sea:
+    Yet I'll bring him and his ship to shore,
+      Or to Scotland he shall carry me.
+
+    Then a noble gunner you must have,
+      And he must aim well with his ee,
+    And sink his pinnace into the sea,
+      Or else he ne'er o'ercome will be:
+    And if you chance his ship to board,
+      This counsel I must give withal,
+    Let no man to his topcastle go
+      To strive to let his beams down fall.
+
+    And seven pieces of ordinance,
+      I pray your honour lend to me,
+    On each side of my ship along,
+      And I will lead you on the sea.
+    A glass I'll set, that may be seen,
+      Whether you sail by day or night;
+    And to-morrow, I swear, by nine of the clock
+      You shall meet with Sir Andrew Barton, knight.
+
+
+PART THE SECOND.
+
+    The merchant set my lord a glass
+      So well apparent in his sight,
+    And on the morrow, by nine of the clock,
+      He showed him Sir Andrew Barton, knight.
+    His hatchboard it was gilt with gold,
+      So dearly dight it dazzled the ee:
+    Now by my faith, lord Howard says,
+      This is a gallant sight to see.
+
+    Take in your ancients,[118] standards eke,
+      So close that no man may them see;
+    And put me forth a white willow wand,
+      As merchants use to sail the sea.
+    But they stirred neither top, nor mast;[119]
+      Stoutly they passed Sir Andrew by.
+    What English churls are yonder, he said,
+      That can so little courtesy?
+
+    Now by the rood, three years and more,
+      I have been admiral over the sea;
+    And never an English nor Portingall[120]
+      Without my leave can pass this way.
+    Then called he forth his stout pinnace;
+      Fetch back yon pedlars now to me:
+    I swear by the mass, yon English churls
+      Shall all hang at my main-mast tree.
+
+    With that the pinnace it shot off,
+      Full well lord Howard might it ken;
+    For it stroke down my lord's fore mast,
+      And killed fourteen of his men.
+    Come hither, Simon, says my lord,
+      Look that thy word be true, thou said;
+    For at my main-mast thou shalt hang,
+      If thou miss thy mark one shilling bread.
+
+    Simon was old, but his heart it was bold,
+      His ordinance he laid right low;
+    He put in chain full nine yards long,
+      With other great shot less, and moe;
+    And he let go his great gun's shot:
+      So well he settled it with his ee,
+    The first sight that Sir Andrew saw,
+      He saw his pinnace sunk in the sea.
+
+    And when he saw his pinnace sunk,
+      Lord, how his heart with rage did swell!
+    Now cut my ropes, it is time to be gone;
+      I'll fetch yon pedlars back mysel'.
+    When my lord saw Sir Andrew loose,
+      Within his heart he was full fain:
+    Now spread your ancients, strike up drums,
+      Sound all your trumpets out amain.
+
+    Fight on, my men, Sir Andrew says,
+      Well howsoever this gear will sway;[121]
+    It is my lord admiral of England,
+      Is come to seek me on the sea.
+    Simon had a son, who shot right well,
+      That did Sir Andrew mickle scare;
+    In at his deck he gave a shot,
+      Killed threescore of his men of war.
+
+    Then Henry Hunt with rigour hot
+      Came bravely on the other side,
+    Soon he drove down his fore-mast tree,
+      And killed fourscore men beside.
+    Now, out alas! Sir Andrew cried,
+      What may a man now think, or say?
+    Yonder merchant thief, that pierceth me,
+      He was my prisoner yesterday.
+
+    Come hither to me, thou Gordon good,
+      That aye wast ready at my call;
+    I will give thee three hundred marks,
+      If thou wilt let my beams down fall.
+    Lord Howard he then call'd in haste,
+      Horseley see thou be true instead;
+    For thou shalt at the main-mast hang,
+      If thou miss, twelvescore, one penny bread.
+
+    Then Gordon swarved[122] the main-mast tree,
+      He swarved it with might and main;
+    But Horseley with a bearing arrow,
+      Stroke the Gordon through the brain;
+    And he fell into the hatches again,
+      And sore his deadly wound did bleed:
+    Then word went through Sir Andrew's men,
+      How that the Gordon he was dead.
+
+    Come hither to me, James Hambilton,
+      Thou art my only sister's son,
+    If thou wilt let my beams down fall,
+      Six hundred nobles thou hast won.
+    With that he swarved the main-mast tree,
+      He swarved it with nimble art;
+    But Horseley with a broad arrow
+      Pierced the Hambilton through the heart:
+
+    And down he fell upon the deck,
+      That with his blood did stream amain:
+    Then every Scot cried, Well-away!
+      Alas, a comely youth is slain!
+    All woe begone was Sir Andrew then,
+      With grief and rage his heart did swell:
+    Go fetch me forth my armour of proof,
+      For I will to the topcastle mysel'.
+
+    Go fetch me forth my armour of proof;
+      That gilded is with gold so clear:
+    God be with my brother John of Barton!
+      Against the Portingalls he it ware:
+    And when he had on this armour of proof,
+      He was a gallant sight to see:
+    Ah! ne'er didst thou meet with living wight,
+      My dear brother, could cope with thee.
+
+    Come hither Horseley, says my lord,
+      And look your shaft that it go right,
+    Shoot a good shot in time of need,
+      And for it thou shalt be made a knight.
+    I'll shoot my best, quoth Horseley then,
+      Your honour shall see, with might and main;
+    But if I was hanged at your main-mast,
+      I have now left but arrows twain.
+
+    Sir Andrew he did swarve the tree,
+      With right good will he swarved then:
+    Upon his breast did Horseley hit,
+      But the arrow bounded back again.
+    Then Horseley spied a privy place
+      With a perfect eye in a secret part;
+    Under the spole[123] of his right arm
+      He smote Sir Andrew to the heart.
+
+    Fight on, my men, Sir Andrew says,
+      A little I'm hurt, but yet not slain;
+    I'll but lie down and bleed awhile,
+      And then I'll rise and fight again.
+    Fight on, my men, Sir Andrew says,
+      And never flinch before the foe;
+    And stand fast by St. Andrew's cross
+      Until you hear my whistle blow.
+
+    They never heard his whistle blow,----
+      Which made their hearts wax sore adread:
+    Then Horseley said, Aboard, my lord,
+      For well I wot, Sir Andrew's dead.
+    They boarded then his noble ship,
+      They boarded it with might and main;
+    Eighteen score Scots alive they found,
+      The rest were either maimed or slain.
+
+    Lord Howard took a sword in hand,
+      And off he smote Sir Andrew's head,
+    I must have left England many a day,
+      If thou wert alive as thou art dead.
+    He caused his body to be cast
+      Over the hatchboard into the sea,
+    And about his middle three hundred crowns:
+      Wherever thou land this will bury thee.
+
+[Illustration: SIR ANDREW BARTON.]
+
+    Thus from the wars lord Howard came,
+      And back he sailed o'er the main,
+    With mickle joy and triumphing
+      Into Thames mouth he came again.
+    Lord Howard then a letter wrote,
+      And sealed it with seal and ring;
+    Such a noble prize have I brought to your grace,
+      As never did subject to a king:
+
+    Sir Andrew's ship I bring with me;
+      A braver ship was never none:
+    Now hath your grace two ships of war,
+      Before in England was but one.
+    King Henry's grace with royal cheer
+      Welcomed the noble Howard home,
+    And where, said he, is this rover stout,
+      That I myself may give the doom?
+
+    The rover, he is safe, my liege,
+      Full many a fathom in the sea;
+    If he were alive as he is dead,
+      I must have left England many a day:
+    And your grace may thank four men i' the ship
+      For the victory which we have won,
+    These are William Horseley, Henry Hunt,
+      And Peter Simon, and his son.
+
+    To Henry Hunt, the king then said,
+      In lieu of what was from thee ta'en,
+    A noble a-day now thou shalt have,
+      Sir Andrew's jewels and his chain.
+    And Horseley thou shalt be a knight,
+      And lands and livings shalt have store;
+    Howard shall be earl of Surrey hight,
+      As Howards erst have been before.
+
+    Now, Peter Simon, thou art old,
+      I will maintain thee and thy son:
+    And the men shall have five hundred marks
+      For the good service they have done.
+    Then in came the queen with ladies fair
+      To see Sir Andrew Barton knight:
+    They ween'd that he were brought on shore,
+      And thought to have seen a gallant sight.
+
+    But when they saw his deadly face,
+      And eyes so hollow in his head,
+    I would give, quoth the king, a thousand marks,
+      This man were alive as he is dead:
+    Yet for the manful part he played,
+      Which fought so well with heart and hand,
+    His men shall have twelvepence a day,
+      Till they come to my brother king's high land.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[113] Travel.
+
+[114] Breadth.
+
+[115] Twelvescore paces off.
+
+[116] Part of the side of the ship.
+
+[117] Fitted out.
+
+[118] Flags.
+
+[119] _i.e._ Did not salute.
+
+[120] Portuguese.
+
+[121] However this affair will end.
+
+[122] Climbed.
+
+[123] The arm-pit.
+
+
+
+
+BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBEY.[124]
+
+
+    The fifteenth day of July,
+      With glistering spear and shield,
+    A famous fight in Flanders
+      Was foughten on the field:
+    The most courageous officers
+      Were English captains three;
+    But the bravest man in battle
+      Was brave lord Willoughbey.
+
+    The next was captain Norris,
+      A valiant man was he:
+    The other captain Turner,
+      From field would never flee.
+    With fifteen hundred fighting men,
+      Alas! there were no more,
+    They fought with fourteen thousand then,
+      Upon the bloody shore.
+
+    Stand to it noble pikemen,
+      And look you round about:
+    And shoot you right you bowmen,
+      And we will keep them out:
+    You musket and calliver[125] men,
+      Do you prove true to me,
+    I'll be the foremost man in fight,
+      Says brave lord Willoughbey.
+
+    And then the bloody enemy
+      They fiercely did assail,
+    And fought it out most furiously,
+      Not doubting to prevail:
+    The wounded men on both sides fell
+      Most piteous for to see,
+    Yet nothing could the courage quell
+      Of brave lord Willoughbey.
+
+[Illustration: THE BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBY.]
+
+    For seven hours to all men's view
+      This fight endured sore,
+    Until our men so feeble grew,
+      That they could fight no more;
+    And then upon dead horses
+      Full savourly they ate,
+    And drank the puddle water,
+      They could no better get.
+
+    When they had fed so freely,
+      They kneeled on the ground,
+    And praised God devoutly
+      For the favour they had found;
+    And beating up their colours,
+      The fight they did renew,
+    And turning tow'rds the Spaniard,
+      A thousand more they slew.
+
+    The sharp steel-pointed arrows,
+      And bullets thick did fly;
+    Then did our valiant soldiers
+      Charge on most furiously;
+    Which made the Spaniards waver,
+      They thought it best to flee,
+    They fear'd the stout behaviour
+      Of brave lord Willoughbey.
+
+    Then quoth the Spanish general,
+      Come let us march away,
+    I fear we shall be spoiled all,
+      If here we longer stay;
+    For yonder comes lord Willoughbey
+      With courage fierce and fell,
+    He will not give one inch of way
+      For all the devils in hell.
+
+    And then the fearful enemy
+      Was quickly put to flight,
+    Our men pursued courageously,
+      And caught their forces quite;
+    But at last they gave a shout,
+      Which echoed through the sky,
+    God, and St. George for England!
+      The conquerors did cry.
+
+    This news was brought to England
+      With all the speed might be,
+    And soon our gracious queen was told
+      Of this same victory.
+    O this is brave lord Willoughbey,
+      My love that ever won,
+    Of all the lords of honour,
+      'Tis he great deeds hath done.
+
+    To the soldiers that were maimed,
+      And wounded in the fray,
+    The queen allowed a pension
+      Of fifteen pence a day;
+    And from all costs and charges
+      She quit and set them free:
+    And this she did all for the sake
+      Of brave lord Willoughbey.
+
+    Then courage, noble Englishmen,
+      And never be dismayed:
+    If that we be but one to ten,
+      We will not be afraid
+    To fight with foreign enemies,
+      And set our nation free.
+    And thus I end the bloody bout
+      Of brave lord Willoughbey.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[124] Peregrine Bertie, Lord Willoughbey of Eresby, died 1601.
+
+[125] A kind of gun.
+
+
+
+
+KING JOHN AND THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY.
+
+
+    An ancient story I'll tell you anon
+    Of a notable prince, that was called king John;
+    And he ruled England with main and with might,
+    For he did great wrong, and maintain'd little right.
+
+    And I'll tell you a story, a story so merry,
+    Concerning the Abbot of Canterbury;
+    How for his house-keeping, and high renown,
+    They rode post for him to fair London town.
+
+    An hundred men, the king did hear say,
+    The abbot kept in his house every day;
+    And fifty gold chains, without any doubt,
+    In velvet coats waited the abbot about.
+
+    How now, father abbot, I hear it of thee,
+    Thou keepest a far better house than me,
+    And for thy house-keeping and high renown,
+    I fear thou work'st treason against my crown.
+
+    My liege, quoth the abbot, I would it were known,
+    I never spend nothing, but what is my own;
+    And I trust, your grace will do me no deer,[126]
+    For spending of my own true-gotten gear.
+
+    Yes, yes, father abbot, thy fault it is high,
+    And now for the same thou needest must die;
+    For except thou canst answer me questions three,
+    Thy head shall be smitten from thy body.
+
+    And first, quoth the king, when I'm in this stead,[127]
+    With my crown of gold so fair on my head,
+    Among all my liege-men so noble of birth,
+    Thou must tell me to one penny what I am worth.
+
+    Secondly, tell me, without any doubt,
+    How soon I may ride the whole world about.
+    And at the third question thou must not shrink,
+    But tell me here truly what I do think.
+
+    O, these are hard questions for my shallow wit,
+    Nor I cannot answer your grace as yet:
+    But if you will give me but three weeks' space,
+    I'll do my endeavour to answer your grace.
+
+    Now three weeks' space to thee will I give,
+    And that is the longest time thou hast to live;
+    For if thou dost not answer my questions three,
+    Thy lands and thy livings are forfeit to me.
+
+[Illustration: KING JOHN AND THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY.]
+
+    Away rode the abbot all sad at that word,
+    And he rode to Cambridge, and Oxenford;
+    But never a doctor there was so wise,
+    That could with his learning an answer devise.
+
+    Then home rode the abbot of comfort so cold,
+    And he met his shepherd a going to fold:
+    How now, my lord abbot, you are welcome home;
+    What news do you bring us from good king John?
+
+    Sad news, sad news, shepherd, I must give;
+    That I have but three days more to live:
+    For if I do not answer him questions three,
+    My head will be smitten from my body.
+
+    The first is to tell him there in that stead,
+    With his crown of gold so fair on his head,
+    Among all his liege-men so noble of birth,
+    To within one penny of what he is worth.
+
+    The second, to tell him, without any doubt,
+    How soon he may ride this whole world about:
+    And at the third question I must not shrink,
+    But tell him there truly what he does think.
+
+    Now cheer up, sire abbot, did you never hear yet,
+    That a fool he may learn a wise man wit?
+    Lend me horse, and serving-men, and your apparel,
+    And I'll ride to London to answer your quarrel.
+
+    Nay frown not, if it hath been told unto me,
+    I am like your lordship, as ever may be:
+    And if you will but lend me your gown,
+    There is none shall know us at fair London town.
+
+    Now horses, and serving-men thou shalt have,
+    With sumptuous array most gallant and brave;
+    With crozier, and mitre, and rochet, and cope,
+    Fit to appear 'fore our father the pope.
+
+    Now welcome, sire abbot, the king he did say,
+    'Tis well thou'rt come back to keep thy day;
+    For and if thou canst answer my questions three,
+    Thy life and thy living both saved shall be.
+
+    And first, when thou seest me here in this stead,
+    With my crown of gold so fair on my head,
+    Among all my liege-men so noble of birth,
+    Tell me to one penny what I am worth.
+
+    For thirty pence our Saviour was sold
+    Among the false Jews, as I have been told;
+    And twenty-nine is the worth of thee,
+    For I think, thou art one penny worser than he.
+
+    The king he laughed, and swore by St. Bittel,[128]
+    I did not think I had been worth so little!
+    --Now secondly tell me, without any doubt,
+    How soon I may ride this whole world about.
+
+    You must rise with the sun, and ride with the same,
+    Until the next morning he riseth again;
+    And then your grace need not make any doubt,
+    But in twenty-four hours you'll ride it about.
+
+    The king he laughed, and swore by St. Jone,
+    I did not think it could be gone so soon!
+    --Now from the third question thou must not shrink,
+    But tell me here truly what I do think.
+
+    Yea, that shall I do, and make your grace merry:
+    You think I'm the abbot of Canterbury;
+    But I'm his poor shepherd, as plain you may see,
+    That am come to beg pardon for him and for me.
+
+    The king he laughed, and swore by the mass,
+    I'll make thee lord abbot this day in his place!
+    Now nay, my liege, be not in such speed,
+    For, alack, I can neither write nor read.
+
+    Four nobles a week then I will give thee,
+    For this merry jest thou hast shown unto me;
+    And tell the old abbot when thou com'st home,
+    Thou hast brought him a pardon from good king John.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[126] Hurt.
+
+[127] Place.
+
+[128] St. Botolph.
+
+
+
+
+ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTAL FRIAR.
+
+
+    In the summer time, when leaves grow green,
+      And flowers are fresh and gay,
+    Robin Hood and his merry men
+      Were all disposed to play.
+
+    Then some would leap, and some would run,
+      And some would use artillery;
+    Which of you can a good bow draw,
+      A good archer for to be?
+
+    Which of you can kill a buck?
+      Or who can kill a doe?
+    Or who can kill a hart of grease,[129]
+      Five hundred foot him fro'?
+
+    Will Scarlet he kill'd a buck,
+      And Midge he kill'd a doe;
+    And Little John kill'd a hart of grease,
+      Five hundred foot him fro'.
+
+    God's blessing on thy heart, said Robin Hood,
+      That shot such a shot for me;
+    I would ride my horse an hundred miles
+      To find one to match thee.
+
+    That caused Will Scarlet to laugh,
+      He laugh'd full heartily;
+    There lives a friar in Fountain's Abbey
+      Will beat both him and thee.
+
+    The curtal friar in Fountain's Abbey
+      Well can draw a good strong bow;
+    He will beat both you and your yeomen,
+      Set them all on a row.
+
+    Robin Hood took a solemn oath,
+      It was by Mary free,
+    That he would neither eat nor drink,
+      Till the friar he did see.
+
+    Robin Hood put on his harness good,
+      On his head a cap of steel;
+    Broad sword and buckler by his side,
+      And they became him well.
+
+    He took his bow into his hand,
+      (It was of a trusty tree)
+    With a sheaf of arrows by his side
+      And to Fountain Dale went he.
+
+    And coming unto fair Fountain Dale,
+      No farther would he ride:
+    There was he 'ware of a curtal friar,
+      Walking by the water-side.
+
+    The friar had on a harness good,
+      On his head a cap of steel;
+    Broad sword and buckler by his side,
+      And they became him well.
+
+    Robin Hood lighted off his horse,
+      And tied him to a thorn:
+    Carry me over the water, thou curtal friar,
+      Or else thy life's forlorn.
+
+    The friar took Robin Hood on his back,
+      Deep water he did bestride,
+    And spake neither good word nor bad
+      Till he came to the other side.
+
+    Lightly leap'd Robin off the friar's back,
+      The friar said to him again,
+    Carry me over the water, fine fellow,
+      Or it shall breed thee pain.
+
+    Robin Hood took the friar on his back,
+      Deep water he did bestride,
+    And spake neither good nor bad
+      Till he came to the other side.
+
+    Lightly leap'd the friar off Robin Hood's back,
+      Robin said to him again,
+    Carry me over the water thou curtal friar,
+      Or it shall breed thee pain.
+
+    The friar he took Robin Hood on his back again
+      And stepp'd up to his knee;
+    Till he came to the middle of the stream
+      Neither good nor bad spake he;
+
+    And coming to the middle of the stream
+      There he threw Robin in;
+    And choose thee, choose thee, fine fellow,
+      Whether thou wilt sink or swim.
+
+[Illustration: ROBIN HOOD AND THE CURTALL FRYER.]
+
+    Robin Hood swam to a bush of broom,
+      The friar to the willow wand;
+    Bold Robin Hood he got to the shore,
+      And took his bow in his hand.
+
+    One of the best arrows under his belt
+      To the friar he let fly:
+    The curtal friar with his steel buckler
+      Did put that arrow by.
+
+    Shoot on, shoot on, thou fine fellow,
+      Shoot as thou hast begun;
+    If thou shoot here a summer's day,
+      Thy mark I will not shun.
+
+    Robin Hood shot so passing well,
+      Till his arrows all were gone;
+    They took their swords and steel bucklers,
+      They fought with might and main.
+
+    From ten o'clock that very day,
+      Till four i' the afternoon;
+    Then Robin Hood came on his knees,
+      Of the friar to beg a boon.
+
+    A boon, a boon, thou curtal friar,
+      I beg it on my knee;
+    Give me leave to set my horn to my mouth,
+      And to blow blasts three.
+
+    That I will do, said the curtal friar,
+      Of thy blasts I have no doubt;
+    I hope thou wilt blow so passing well,
+      Till both thy eyes drop out.
+
+    Robin Hood set his horn to his mouth,
+      And he blew out blasts three,
+    Half a hundred yeomen, with their bows bent,
+      Came ranging over the lea.
+
+    Whose men are these, said the friar,
+      That come so hastily?
+    These men are mine, said Robin Hood,
+      Friar, what's that to thee?
+
+    A boon, a boon, said the curtal friar,
+      The like I gave to thee;
+    Give me leave to put my fist to my mouth,
+      And whute[130] whutes three.
+
+    That I will do, said Robin Hood,
+      Or else I were to blame;
+    Three whutes in a friar's fist
+      Would make me glad and fain.
+
+    The friar he set his fist to his mouth,
+      And he whuted him whutes three;
+    Half an hundred good ban dogs
+      Came running over the lea.
+
+    Here is for every man a dog,
+      And I myself for thee:
+    Nay, by my faith, said Robin Hood,
+      Friar, that may not be.
+
+    Two dogs at once to Robin did go,
+      The one behind and the other before;
+    Robin Hood's mantle of Lincoln green
+      Off from his back they tore.
+
+    And whether his men shot east or west,
+      Or they shot north or south,
+    The curtal dogs, so taught they were,
+      They caught the arrows in their mouth.
+
+    Take up thy dogs, said Little John,
+      Friar, at my bidding thee;
+    Whose man art thou, said the curtal friar,
+      That comes here to prate to me?
+
+    I am Little John, Robin Hood's man,
+      Friar, I will not lie;
+    If thou take not up thy dogs anon,
+      I'll take them up and thee.
+
+    Little John had a bow in his hand,
+      He shot with might and main;
+    Soon half a score of the friar's dogs
+      Lay dead upon the plain.
+
+    Hold thy hand, good fellow, said the curtal friar,
+      Thy master and I will agree;
+    And we will have new orders taken,
+      With all haste that may be.
+
+    If thou wilt forsake fair Fountain Dale,
+      And Fountain Abbey free,
+    Every Sunday throughout the year
+      A noble shall be thy fee.
+
+    Every Sunday throughout the year,
+      Chang'd shall thy garments be,
+    If thou wilt to fair Nottingham go,
+      And there remain with me.
+
+    The curtal friar had kept Fountain Dale,
+      Seven long years and more;
+    There was neither knight, lord, nor earl,
+      Could make him yield before.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[129] Fat hart.
+
+[130] Whistle.
+
+
+
+
+ROBIN HOOD AND ALLEN-A-DALE.
+
+
+    Come listen to me, you gallants so free,
+      All you that love mirth for to hear,
+    And I will tell you of a bold outlaw,
+      That liv'd in Nottinghamshire.
+
+    As Robin Hood in the forest stood,
+      All under the greenwood tree,
+    There was he aware of a brave young man,
+      As fine as fine might be.
+
+    The youngster was clothed in scarlet red,
+      In scarlet fine and gay;
+    And he did frisk it o'er the plain,
+      And chaunted a roundelay.
+
+    As Robin Hood next morning stood
+      Amongst the leaves so gay,
+    There did he 'spy the same young man
+      Come drooping along the way.
+
+    The scarlet he wore the day before,
+      It was cast clean away;
+    And ev'ry step he fetch'd a sigh,
+      Alack and well a day!
+
+    Then stepped forth brave Little John,
+      And Midge the miller's son,
+    Which made the young man bend his bow,
+      When he did see them come.
+
+    Stand off, stand off, the young man said,
+      What is your will with me?
+    You must come before our master straight,
+      Under yonder greenwood tree.
+
+    And when he came bold Robin before,
+      Robin asked him courteously,
+    O hast thou any money to spare
+      For my merry men and me?
+
+    I have no money, the young man said,
+      But five shillings and a ring,
+    And that I have kept these seven long years,
+      To have it at my wedding.
+
+    Yesterday I should have married a maid,
+      But from me she was ta'en,
+    And chosen to be an old knight's delight,
+      Whereby my poor heart is slain.
+
+    What is thy name then, said Robin Hood,
+      Come, tell me without fail?
+    By the faith of my body, then said the young man,
+      My name is Allen-a-Dale.
+
+    What wilt thou give me, said Robin Hood,
+      In ready gold or fee,
+    To help thee to thy true love again,
+      And deliver her unto thee?
+
+    I have no money, then quoth the young man,
+      No ready gold or fee,
+    But I will swear upon a book,
+      Thy true servant for to be.
+
+    How many miles is it to thy true love?
+      Come, tell me without any guile.
+    By the faith of my body, then said the young man,
+      It is but five little mile.
+
+    Then Robin he hasted over the plain,
+      And he did neither stint nor lin,[131]
+    Until he came unto the church,
+      Where Allen should have kept his wedding!
+
+    What dost thou here, the Bishop then said,
+      I prithee tell unto me?
+    I am a bold harper, quoth Robin Hood,
+      And the best in the north country.
+
+    O welcome, O welcome, the bishop then said,
+      That music best pleaseth me;
+    You shall have no music, quoth Robin Hood,
+      Till the bride and bridegroom I see.
+
+    With that came in a wealthy knight,
+      Who was both grave and old;
+    And after him a finikin lass,
+      That did shine like glittering gold.
+
+    This is not a fit match, quoth bold Robin Hood,
+      That you do seem to make here;
+    For since we are come into the church,
+      The bride shall choose her own dear.
+
+    Then Robin Hood put his horn to his mouth,
+      And blew blasts two or three;
+    Then four and twenty bowmen bold
+      Came leaping over the lea.
+
+    And when they came into the churchyard,
+      Marching all on a row,
+    The first man was Allen-a-Dale,
+      To give bold Robin his bow.
+
+    This is thy true love, Robin he said,
+      Young Allen, as I have heard say,
+    And thou shalt be married at this same time,
+      Before we depart away.
+
+    That shalt not be, the bishop he said,
+      For thy word shall not stand;
+    They shall be three times asked in the church,
+      As the law is of our land.
+
+[Illustration: THE MARRIAGE OF ALLEN A DALE.]
+
+    Robin Hood pull'd off the bishop's coat,
+      And put it upon Little John;
+    By the faith of my body, then Robin he said,
+      This cloth doth make thee a man.
+
+    When Little John went to the quire,
+      The people began to laugh:
+    He ask'd them seven times in the church,
+      Lest three times should not be enough.
+
+    Who gives this maid? said Little John;
+      Quoth Robin, that do I;
+    And he that takes her from Allen-a-Dale,
+      Full dearly shall her buy.
+
+    And thus having ended this merry wedding,
+      The bride she looked like a queen!
+    And so they returned to the merry green wood,
+      Amongst the leaves so green.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[131] Stop.
+
+
+
+
+VALENTINE AND URSINE.
+
+
+PART THE FIRST.
+
+    When Flora 'gins to deck the fields
+      With colours fresh and fine,
+    Then holy clerks their matins sing
+      To good Saint Valentine!
+
+    The king of France that morning fair
+      He would a hunting ride:
+    To Artois forest prancing forth
+      In all his princely pride.
+
+    To grace his sports a courtly train
+      Of gallant peers attend;
+    And with their loud and cheerful cries
+      The hills and valleys rend.
+
+    Through the deep forest swift they pass,
+      Through woods and thickets wild;
+    When down within a lonely dell
+      They found a new-born child;
+
+    All in a scarlet kercher laid
+      Of silk so fine and thin:
+    A golden mantle wrapt him round
+      Pinn'd with a silver pin.
+
+    The sudden sight surpris'd them all;
+      The courtiers gather'd round;
+    They look, they call, the mother seek;
+      No mother could be found.
+
+    At length the king himself drew near,
+      And as he gazing stands,
+    The pretty babe look'd up and smil'd,
+      And stretch'd his little hands.
+
+    Now, by the rood, king Pepin says,
+      This child is passing fair:
+    I wot he is of gentle blood;
+      Perhaps some prince's heir.
+
+    Go bear him home unto my court
+      With all the care ye may:
+    Let him be christen'd Valentine,
+      In honour of this day:
+
+    And look me out some cunning nurse;
+      Well nurtur'd let him be:
+    Nor aught be wanting that becomes
+      A bairn of high degree.
+
+    They look'd him out a cunning nurse,
+      And nurtur'd well was he;
+    Nor aught was wanting that became
+      A bairn of high degree.
+
+    Thus grew the little Valentine,
+      Belov'd of king and peers;
+    And show'd in all he spake or did
+      A wit beyond his years.
+
+    But chief in gallant feats of arms
+      He did himself advance,
+    And ere he grew to man's estate
+      He had no peer in France.
+
+    And now the early down began
+      To shade his youthful chin;
+    When Valentine was dubb'd a knight,
+      That he might glory win.
+
+    A boon, a boon, my gracious liege,
+      I beg a boon of thee!
+    The first adventure that befalls
+      May be reserv'd for me.
+
+    The first adventure shall be thine,
+      The king did smiling say.
+    Nor many days, when lo! there came
+      Three palmers clad in gray.
+
+    Help, gracious lord, they weeping said;
+      And knelt, as it was meet:
+    From Artois forest we be come,
+      With weak and weary feet.
+
+    Within those deep and dreary woods
+      There wends a savage boy;
+    Whose fierce and mortal rage doth yield
+      Thy subjects dire annoy.
+
+    'Mong ruthless bears he sure was bred;
+      He lurks within their den:
+    With bears he lives, with bears he feeds,
+      And drinks the blood of men.
+
+    To more than savage strength he joins
+      A more than human skill:
+    For arms, no cunning may suffice
+      His cruel rage to still:
+
+    Up then rose sir Valentine,
+      And claim'd that arduous deed.
+    Go forth and conquer, said the king,
+      And great shall be thy meed.
+
+    Well mounted on a milk-white steed,
+      His armour white as snow;
+    As well beseem'd a virgin knight,
+      Who ne'er had fought a foe:
+
+    To Artois forest he repairs
+      With all the haste he may;
+    And soon he spies the savage youth
+      A rending of his prey.
+
+    His unkempt hair all matted hung
+      His shaggy shoulders round:
+    His eager eye all fiery glow'd:
+      His face with fury frown'd.
+
+    Like eagle's talons grew his nails:
+      His limbs were thick and strong;
+    And dreadful was the knotted oak
+      He bare with him along.
+
+    Soon as sir Valentine approach'd,
+      He starts with sudden spring;
+    And yelling forth a hideous howl,
+      He made the forests ring.
+
+    As when a tiger fierce and fell
+      Hath spied a passing roe,
+    And leaps at once upon his throat;
+      So sprung the savage foe.
+
+    So lightly leap'd with furious force
+      The gentle knight to seize:
+    But met his tall uplifted spear,
+      Which sunk him on his knees.
+
+    A second stroke so stiff and stern
+      Had laid the savage low;
+    But springing up, he rais'd his club,
+      And aim'd a dreadful blow.
+
+    The watchful warrior bent his head,
+      And shunn'd the coming stroke;
+    Upon his taper spear it fell,
+      And all to shivers broke.
+
+    Then lighting nimbly from his steed,
+      He drew his burnished brand:
+    The savage quick as lightning flew
+      To wrest it from his hand.
+
+    Three times he grasp'd the silver hilt;
+      Three times he felt the blade;
+    Three times it fell with furious force;
+      Three ghastly wounds it made.
+
+    Now with redoubled rage he roar'd;
+      His eye-ball flash'd with fire;
+    Each hairy limb with fury shook;
+      And all his heart was ire.
+
+    Then closing fast with furious gripe
+      He clasp'd the champion round,
+    And with a strong and sudden twist
+      He laid him on the ground.
+
+    But soon the knight, with active spring,
+      O'erturn'd his hairy foe:
+    And now between their sturdy fists
+      Passed many a bruising blow.
+
+[Illustration: VALENTINE AND URSINE.]
+
+    They roll'd and grappled on the ground,
+      And there they struggled long:
+    Skilful and active was the knight;
+      The savage he was strong.
+
+    But brutal force and savage strength
+      To art and skill must yield:
+    Sir Valentine at length prevail'd,
+      And won the well-fought field.
+
+    Then binding straight his conquer'd foe
+      Fast with an iron chain,
+    He ties him to his horse's tail,
+      And leads him o'er the plain.
+
+    To court his hairy captive soon
+      Sir Valentine doth bring;
+    And kneeling down upon his knee,
+      Presents him to the king.
+
+    With loss of blood and loss of strength,
+      The savage tamer grew;
+    And to sir Valentine became
+      A servant tried and true.
+
+    And 'cause with bears he erst was bred,
+      Ursine they call his name;
+    A name which unto future times
+      The Muses shall proclaim.
+
+
+PART THE SECOND.
+
+    In high renown with prince and peer
+      Now liv'd sir Valentine:
+    His high renown with prince and peer
+      Made envious hearts repine.
+
+    It chanc'd the king upon a day
+      Prepar'd a sumptuous feast:
+    And there came lords and dainty dames,
+      And many a noble guest.
+
+    Amid their cups, that freely flow'd,
+      Their revelry, and mirth,
+    A youthful knight tax'd Valentine
+      Of base and doubtful birth.
+
+    The foul reproach, so grossly urg'd,
+      His generous heart did wound:
+    And straight he vow'd he ne'er would rest
+      Till he his parents found.
+
+    Then bidding king and peers adieu,
+      Early one summer's day,
+    With faithful Ursine by his side,
+      From court he took his way.
+
+    O'er hill and valley, moss and moor,
+      For many a day they pass;
+    At length, upon a moated lake,[132]
+      They found a bridge of brass.
+
+    Beyond it rose a castle fair,
+      Y-built of marble stone:
+    The battlements were gilt with gold,
+      And glittered in the sun.
+
+    Beneath the bridge, with strange device,
+      A hundred bells were hung;
+    That man, nor beast, might pass thereon,
+      But straight their larum rung.
+
+    This quickly found the youthful pair,
+      Who boldly crossing o'er,
+    The jangling sound bedeaft their ears,
+      And rung from shore to shore.
+
+    Quick at the sound the castle gates
+      Unlock'd and opened wide,
+    And straight a giant huge and grim
+      Stalk'd forth with stately pride.
+
+    Now yield you, caitiffs, to my will,
+      He cried with hideous roar;
+    Or else the wolves shall eat your flesh,
+      And ravens drink your gore.
+
+    Vain boaster, said the youthful knight,
+      I scorn thy threats and thee:
+    I trust to force thy brazen gates,
+      And set thy captives free.
+
+    Then putting spurs unto his steed,
+      He aim'd a dreadful thrust;
+    The spear against the giant glanc'd,
+      And caus'd the blood to burst.
+
+    Mad and outrageous with the pain,
+      He whirl'd his mace of steel:
+    The very wind of such a blow
+      Had made the champion reel.
+
+    It haply missed; and now the knight
+      His glittering sword display'd,
+    And riding round with whirlwind speed
+      Oft made him feel the blade.
+
+    As when a large and monstrous oak
+      Unceasing axes hew:
+    So fast around the giant's limbs
+      The blows quick-darting flew.
+
+    As when the boughs with hideous fall
+      Some hapless woodman crush:
+    With such a force the enormous foe
+      Did on the champion rush.
+
+    A fearful blow, alas! there came,
+      Both horse and knight it took,
+    And laid them senseless in the dust;
+      So fatal was the stroke.
+
+    Then smiling forth a hideous grin,
+      The giant strides in haste,
+    And, stooping, aims a second stroke:
+      Now, caitiff, breathe thy last!
+
+    But ere it fell, two thundering blows
+      Upon his scull descend:
+    From Ursine's knotty club they came,
+      Who ran to save his friend.
+
+    Down sank the giant gaping wide,
+      And rolling his grim eyes:
+    The hairy youth repeats his blows:
+      He gasps, he groans, he dies.
+
+    Quickly sir Valentine reviv'd,
+      With Ursine's timely care:
+    And now to search the castle walls
+      The venturous youths repair.
+
+    The blood and bones of murder'd knight
+      They found where'er they came:
+    At length within a lonely cell
+      They saw a mournful dame.
+
+    Her gentle eyes were dimm'd with tears;
+      Her cheeks were pale with woe;
+    And long sir Valentine besought
+      Her doleful tale to know.
+
+    Alas! young knight, she weeping said,
+      Condole my wretched fate;
+    A childless mother here you see;
+      A wife without a mate.
+
+    These twenty winters here forlorn
+      I've drawn my hated breath;
+    Sole witness of a monster's crimes,
+      And wishing aye for death.
+
+    Know, I am sister of a king,
+      And in my early years
+    Was married to a mighty prince,
+      The fairest of his peers.
+
+    With him I sweetly liv'd in love
+      A twelvemonth and a day:
+    When, lo! a foul and treacherous priest
+      Y-wrought our loves' decay.
+
+    His seeming goodness won him pow'r;
+      He had his master's ear:
+    And long to me and all the world
+      He did a saint appear.
+
+    One day, when we were all alone,
+      He proffer'd odious love:
+    The wretch with horror I repuls'd,
+      And from my presence drove.
+
+    He feign'd remorse, and piteous begg'd
+      His crime I'd not reveal:
+    Which, for his seeming penitence,
+      I promis'd to conceal.
+
+    With treason, villainy, and wrong,
+      My goodness he repay'd:
+    With jealous doubts he fill'd my lord,
+      And me to woe betray'd.
+
+    He hid a slave within my bed,
+      Then rais'd a bitter cry.
+    My lord, possess'd with rage, condemn'd
+      Me, all unheard, to die.
+
+    But 'cause I then was great with child,
+      At length my life he spar'd:
+    But bade me instant quit the realm,
+      One trusty knight my guard.
+
+    Forth on my journey I depart,
+      Oppressed with grief and woe:
+    And tow'rds my brother's distant court,
+      With breaking heart, I go.
+
+    Long time thro' sundry foreign lands
+      We slowly pace along:
+    At length, within a forest wild,
+      I fell in labour strong:
+
+    And while the knight for succour sought,
+      And left me there forlorn,
+    My childbed pains so fast increas'd
+      Two lovely boys were born.
+
+    The eldest fair and smooth as snow
+      That tips the mountain hoar;
+    The younger's little body rough
+      With hairs was cover'd o'er.
+
+    But here afresh begin my woes:
+      While tender care I took
+    To shield my eldest from the cold,
+      And wrap him in my cloak,
+
+    A prowling bear burst from the wood,
+      And seiz'd my younger son:
+    Affection lent my weakness wings,
+      And after them I run.
+
+    But all forwearied, weak, and spent,
+      I quickly swoon'd away;
+    And there beneath the greenwood shade
+      Long time I lifeless lay.
+
+    At length the knight brought me relief,
+      And rais'd me from the ground:
+    But neither of my pretty babes
+      Could ever more be found.
+
+    And, while in search we wander'd far,
+      We met that giant grim;
+    Who ruthless slew my trusty knight,
+      And bare me off with him.
+
+    But charm'd by heav'n, or else my griefs,
+      He offer'd me no wrong;
+    Save that within these lonely walls
+      I've been immur'd so long.
+
+    Now surely, said the youthful knight,
+      You are Lady Ballisance,
+    Wife to the Grecian Emperor:
+      Your brother's king of France.
+
+    For in your royal brother's court
+      Myself my breeding had;
+    Where oft the story of your woes
+      Hath made my bosom sad.
+
+    If so, know your accuser's dead,
+      And dying own'd his crime;
+    And long your lord hath sought you out
+      Thro' every foreign clime.
+
+    And when no tidings he could learn
+      Of his much wronged wife,
+    He vow'd thenceforth within his court
+      To lead a hermit's life.
+
+    Now heaven is kind! the lady said;
+      And dropped a joyful tear:
+    Shall I once more behold my lord?
+      That lord I love so dear?
+
+    But, madam, said sir Valentine,
+      And knelt upon his knee;
+    Know you the cloak that wrapt your babe,
+      If you the same should see?
+
+    And pulling forth the cloth of gold,
+      In which himself was found;
+    The lady gave a sudden shriek,
+      And fainted on the ground.
+
+    But by his pious care reviv'd,
+      His tale she heard anon;
+    And soon by other tokens found,
+      He was indeed her son.
+
+    But who's this hairy youth? she said;
+      He much resembles thee:
+    The bear devour'd my younger son,
+      Or sure that son were he.
+
+    Madam, this youth with bears was bred,
+      And rear'd within their den.
+    But recollect ye any mark
+      To know your son again?
+
+    Upon his little side, quoth she,
+      Was stamped a bloody rose.
+    Here, lady, see the crimson mark
+      Upon his body grows!
+
+    Then clasping both her new-found sons
+      She bath'd their cheeks with tears:
+    And soon towards her brother's court
+      Her joyful course she steers.
+
+    What pen can paint king Pepin's joy,
+      His sister thus restor'd!
+    And soon a messenger was sent
+      To cheer her drooping lord:
+
+    Who came in haste with all his peers,
+      To fetch her home to Greece;
+    Where many happy years they reign'd
+      In perfect love and peace.
+
+    To them sir Ursine did succeed,
+      And long the sceptre bear.
+    Sir Valentine he stay'd in France,
+      And was his uncle's heir.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[132] _i.e._ A lake that served for a moat to a castle.
+
+
+
+
+THE KING AND MILLER OF MANSFIELD.
+
+
+PART THE FIRST.
+
+    Henry, our royal king, would ride a hunting
+      To the green forest, so pleasant and fair;
+    To see the harts skipping, and dainty does tripping:
+      Unto merry Sherwood his nobles repair:
+    Hawk and hound were unbound, all things prepar'd
+    For the game, in the same, with good regard.
+
+    All a long summer's day rode the king pleasantly,
+      With all his princes and nobles each one;
+    Chasing the hart and hind, and the buck gallantly,
+      Till the dark evening forc'd all to turn home.
+    Then at last, riding fast, he had lost quite
+    All his lords in the wood, late in the night.
+
+    Wandering thus wearily, all alone, up and down,
+      With a rude miller he met at the last:
+    Asking the ready way unto fair Nottingham;
+      Sir, quoth the miller, I mean not to jest,
+    Yet I think, what I think, sooth for to say,
+    You do not lightly ride out of your way.
+
+    Why, what dost thou think of me, quoth our king merrily,
+      Passing thy judgment upon me so brief?
+    Good faith, said the miller, I mean not to flatter thee;
+      I guess thee to be but some gentleman thief;
+    Stand thee back, in the dark; light not adown,
+    Lest that I presently crack thy knave's crown.
+
+    Thou dost abuse me much, quoth the king, saying thus;
+      I am a gentleman; lodging I lack.
+    Thou hast not, quoth th' miller, one groat in thy purse;
+      All thy inheritance hangs on thy back.
+    I have gold to discharge all that I call;[133]
+    If it be forty pence, I will pay all.
+
+    If thou beest a true man, then quoth the miller,
+      I swear by my toll-dish, I'll lodge thee all night.
+    Here's my hand, quoth the king; that was I ever.
+      Nay, soft, quoth the miller, thou may'st be a sprite.
+    Better I'll know thee, ere hands we will shake;
+    With none but honest men hands will I take.
+
+    Thus they went all along unto the miller's house:
+      Where they were seething of puddings and souse:
+    The miller first enter'd in; after him went the king;
+      Never came he in so smoky a house.
+    Now, quoth he, let me see here what you are.
+    Quoth our king, look your fill, and do not spare.
+
+    I like well thy countenance; thou hast an honest face;
+      With my son Richard this night thou shalt lie.
+    Quoth his wife, by my troth, it is a handsome youth;
+      Yet it's best, husband, to deal warily.
+    Art thou no runaway, prythee, youth, tell?
+    Show me thy passport, and all shall be well.
+
+    Then our king presently, making low courtesy,
+      With his hat in his hand, thus he did say;
+    I have no passport, nor never was servitor,
+      But a poor courtier, rode out of my way:
+    And for your kindness here offered to me,
+    I will requite you in every degree.
+
+    Then to the miller his wife whispered secretly,
+      Saying, It seemeth this youth's of good kin,
+    Both by his apparel, and eke by his manners;
+      To turn him out, certainly, were a great sin.
+    Yea, quoth he, you may see he hath some grace
+    When he doth speak to his betters in place.
+
+    Well, quo' the miller's wife, young man, ye're welcome here;
+      And, though I say it, well lodged shall be:
+    Fresh straw will I have laid on thy bed so brave,
+      And good brown hempen sheets likewise, quoth she.
+    Aye, quoth the good man; and when that is done,
+    Thou shalt lie with no worse than our own son.
+
+[Illustration: THE KING AND THE MILLER OF MANSFIELD.]
+
+    This caus'd the king, suddenly, to laugh most heartily,
+      Till the tears trickled fast down from his eyes.
+    Then to their supper were they set orderly,
+      With hot bag-puddings and good apple-pies;
+    Nappy ale, good and stale, in a brown bowl,
+    Which did about the board merrily trowl.
+
+    Here, quoth the miller, good fellow, I drink to thee,
+      And to all courtiers, wherever they be.
+    I pledge thee, quoth our king, and thank thee heartily
+      For my welcome in every good degree:
+    And here, in like manner, I drink to thy son.
+    Do then, quoth Richard, and quick let it come.
+
+    Wife, quoth the miller, fetch me forth lightfoot,
+      And of his sweetness a little we'll taste.
+    A fair ven'son pasty brought she out presently.
+      Eat, quoth the miller, but, sir, make no waste.
+    Here's dainty lightfoot! In faith, said the king,
+    I never before eat so dainty a thing.
+
+    I wis, quoth Richard, no dainty at all it is,
+      For we do eat of it every day.
+    In what place, said our king, may be bought like to this?
+      We never pay penny for it, by my fay:
+    From merry Sherwood we fetch it home here;
+    Now and then we make bold with our king's deer.
+
+    Then I think, said our king, that it is venison.
+      Each fool, quoth Richard, full well may know that:
+    Never are we without two or three in the roof,
+      Very well fleshed, and excellent fat:
+    But, prythee, say nothing wherever thou go;
+    We would not, for two pence, the king should it know.
+
+    Doubt not, then said the king, my promised secrecy;
+      The king shall never know more on't for me.
+    A cup of lambs-wool[134] they drank unto him then,
+      And to their beds they passed presently.
+    The nobles, next morning, went all up and down,
+    For to seek out the king in every town.
+
+    At last, at the miller's cot, soon they espy'd him out,
+      As he was mounting upon his fair steed;
+    To whom they came presently, falling down on their knee;
+      Which made the miller's heart wofully bleed;
+    Shaking and quaking, before him he stood,
+    Thinking he should have been hang'd, by the Rood.
+
+    The king perceiving him fearfully trembling
+      Drew forth his sword, but nothing he said:
+    The miller down did fall, crying before them all,
+      Doubting the king would cut off his head.
+    But he, his kind courtesy for to requite,
+    Gave him great living, and dubb'd him a knight.
+
+
+PART THE SECOND.
+
+    When as our royal king came home from Nottingham,
+      And with his nobles at Westminster lay;
+    Recounting the sports and pastimes they had taken,
+      In this late progress along on the way;
+    Of them all, great and small, he did protest,
+    The miller of Mansfield's sport liked him best.
+
+    And now, my lords, quoth the king, I am determined
+      Against St. George's next sumptuous feast,
+    That this old miller, our new confirmed knight,
+      With his son Richard, shall here be my guest:
+    For, in this merriment, 'tis my desire
+    To talk with the jolly knight, and the young squire.
+
+    When as the noble lords saw the king's pleasantness,
+      They were right joyful and glad in their hearts:
+    A pursuivant there was sent straight on the business,
+      The which had oftentimes been in those parts.
+    When he came to the place, where they did dwell,
+    His message orderly then 'gan he tell.
+
+    God save your worship, then said the messenger,
+      And grant your lady her own heart's desire;
+    And to your son Richard good fortune and happiness;
+      That sweet, gentle, and gallant young squire.
+    Our king greets you well, and thus he doth say,
+    You must come to the court on St. George's day.
+
+    Therefore, in any case, fail not to be in place.
+      I wis, quoth the miller, this is an odd jest:
+    What should we do there? faith, I am half afraid.
+      I doubt, quoth Richard, to be hang'd at the least.
+    Nay, quoth the messenger, you do mistake;
+    Our king he provides a great feast for your sake.
+
+    Then said the miller, By my troth, messenger,
+      Thou hast contented my worship full well.
+    Hold, here are three farthings, to quite thy gentleness,
+      For these happy tidings which thou dost tell.
+    Let me see, hear thou me; tell to our king,
+    We'll wait on his mastership in everything.
+
+    The pursuivant smiled at their simplicity,
+      And, making many legs, took the reward;
+    And his leave taking with great humility
+      To the king's court again he repaired;
+    Showing unto his grace, merry and free,
+    The knight's most liberal gift and bounty.
+
+    When he was gone away, thus 'gan the miller say,
+      Here come expenses and charges indeed;
+    Now must we needs be brave, tho' we spend all we have;
+      For of new garments we have great need:
+    Of horses and serving-men we must have store,
+    With bridles and saddles, and twenty things more.
+
+    Tush, sir John, quo' his wife, why should you fret, or frown?
+      You shall ne'er be at no charges for me;
+    For I will turn and trim up my old russet gown,
+      With everything else as fine as may be;
+    And on our mill-horses swift we will ride,
+    With pillows and pannels, as we shall provide.
+
+    In this most stately sort, rode they unto the court,
+      Their jolly son Richard rode foremost of all;
+    Who set up, for good hap,[135] a cock's feather in his cap,
+      And so they jetted[136] down to the king's hall;
+    The merry old miller with hands on his side;
+    His wife, like maid Marian, did mince at that tide.
+
+    The king and his nobles that heard of their coming,
+      Meeting this gallant knight with his brave train;
+    Welcome, sir knight, quoth he, with your gay lady:
+      Good sir John Cockle, once welcome again:
+    And so is the squire of courage so free.
+    Quoth Dick, A bots on you! do you know me?
+
+    The king and his courtiers laugh at this heartily,
+      While the king taketh them both by the hand;
+    With the court-dames and maids, like to the queen of spades,
+      The miller's wife did so orderly stand.
+    A milk-maid's courtesy at every word;
+    And down all the folks were set to the board.
+
+    There the king royally, in princely majesty,
+      Sate at his dinner with joy and delight;
+    When they had eaten well, then he to jesting fell,
+      And in a bowl of wine drank to the knight:
+    Here's to you both, in wine, ale, and beer;
+    Thanking you heartily for my good cheer.
+
+    Quoth sir John Cockle, I'll pledge you a pottle,
+      Were it the best ale in Nottinghamshire:
+    But then, said our king, now I think of a thing;
+      Some of your lightfoot I would we had here.
+    Ho! ho! quoth Richard, full well I may say it,
+    'Tis knavery to eat it, and then to betray it.
+
+    Why art thou angry? quoth our king merrily;
+      In faith I take it now very unkind:
+    I thought thou wouldst pledge me in ale and wine heartily.
+      Quoth Dick, You are like to stay till I have din'd:
+    You feed us with twatling dishes so small;
+    Zounds, a black-pudding is better than all.
+
+    Thus in great merriment was the time wholly spent;
+      And then the ladies prepared to dance.
+    Old Sir John Cockle, and Richard, incontinent
+      Unto their places the king did advance.
+    Here with the ladies such sport they did make,
+    The nobles with laughing did make their sides ache.
+
+    Many thanks for their pains did the king give them,
+      Asking young Richard then, if he would wed;
+    Among these ladies free, tell me which liketh thee?
+      Quoth he, Jugg Grumball, Sir, with the red head:
+    She's my love, she's my life, her will I wed;
+    She hath sworn I shall have her wedding bed.
+
+    Then sir John Cockle the king called unto him,
+      And of merry Sherwood made him o'erseer;
+    And gave him out of hand three hundred pound yearly:
+      Take heed now you steal no more of my deer:
+    And once a quarter let's here have your view;
+    And now, sir John Cockle, I bid you adieu.
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[133] The king says this.
+
+[134] Ale and roasted apples.
+
+[135] For good luck.
+
+[136] Strutted.
+
+
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